Wolf RPG

Tyrande was still in heat, and that bothered him. No, preturbed. No, aggrivated. No- you know what. Every single damn word in the dictionary that was a synonym for annoyed: that was what he was feeling. His feelings towards Tyrande manifested into hate when she threatened him. He knew what she was capable of. Poisons and toxins were nasty business. But as he said, they could only do so much. Sure, they could kill you in your sleep without a trace, or give you such agonizing pain for days that you kill yourself, but he could do that with his fangs alone.

But, he needed an ally, someone to counter Tyrande's poisons. Which got him thinking of a certain black female who joined the pack not too long ago. Smirking, he headed towards her den, a little crevice underneath a rock overhang. He passed by it not too long ago and could smell the herbs inside. It was time to fight fire with fire.

Meldresi stretched, feeling comfortable on the bed of moss. Outside the birds were singing as the sun rose, the ground still wet with dew. It was the perfect time to find herbs, before the other animals awoke and started mucking about. The priestess squeezed out of her new den, shaking her lustrious pelt. Her jaw cracked as she yawned, showing off her sharp white fangs. To be honest, they were a lot smaller than other wolves' teeth, but they still did their job well.

She walked towards the lake, looking for plants that dwelled by the water. She almost had the large water source in sight when she smelled someone's scent. A packmate, but who? It was male... She turned, looking about until she caught a sight of dark brown fur. Was it Sitri?