It was almost the end of the season, and though many would see winter as a scary challenge, Juno was more upset about the end of the 'Red Parade'
Autumn had grown to be one of the female's favorite seasons,it was when the leaves dressed themselves with red, trying to copy the rust draped female's feathery coat; and despite the fact many saw this brusque change like a bad omen that signaled Winter was near, for Juno it only meant huge piles of dried leaves. Fun condensed in the shape of paper-thin layers that crunched beneath one's feet.
Heaven.

Until the day her risky pirouettes killed her or crippled her she would not slow down her fast paced lifestyle. For Juno, life was all about the adventure--the actions which unlike words,they were not hollow and sweetly adorned with lies (something she couldn't even escape from doing herself). Many times Juno had had to rely on her good-looks and her baby blue eyes to get herself out of trouble -- it wasn't something she was proud of but she could not deny it was an extremely practical solution to her problems -- especially those that involved men.(which were pretty much all)

Her first problem involving a male had been at birth -- or to be more precise at conception. Her father had bolted as soon as her mother had given her what he wanted. Though she had never missed, or needed her father, the unfortunate event had distorted her view of men.
To her they were all disposable pigs, that thought with their dicks and not their brain.
Well, to be fair Juno didn't use it much either.

As the day progressed, the russet veiled female became more aware of the strong scents that surrounded the area. She had not entered yet upon the gates of the Caldera but she was well aware of where they laid. Someone had gotten quite excited when marking the borders, she thought as she scrunched up her nose and turned her ears in all directions, like little antenna that swiveled all over her skull .

Though all scents carried the same message, there was one that stood above all, and that made Juno's stomach particularly queasy. A strong musky odour that had 'macho man' written all over. Ugh. So far she had been lucky not to have crossed paths with any nasty men -- asides from Scipio -- and honestly she didn't want to either. With that thought in mind the russet female prepared to turn the other way and leave the stinky borders alone, that until a sharp call made her stop mid-step.

Juno was then encountered by one of the very members of said pack; a ruby coated female with a scar bulging over her otherwise pretty features and a dominant demeanour. "Hello stranger" she barked with a friendly voice. Though she had not had a big meal since her hunt with the Sunspire guy, she had managed to get a decent nutrition -- her bruised ribs and sore foot however remained to be a problem.

Juno's cheery smile soon faded into a bored expression, it was extremely dissapointing how fast the female had shot down any attempts to engage in a friendly conversation. Man, what was it with some wolves around here that just seemed to have a rain cloud over their head all times. With a hasty shrug of her shoulders, the russet daredevil shook off the female's remark.

"As far as I'm concerned this is free ground" she mused, a swishing her tail lightly from one side to another. There was no way to ignore the odour, particular from the Caldera, clinging on her coat and lingering around the forest, but even though it was present, it was still not strong enough to alert the female of a potential intrusion. Besides, she suspected the sour female in front of her wouldn't have waited as long to tell her she was stepping on her turf.

Where had she gotten the idea that saying 'hello' meant she was there to cause trouble anyways? I mean, she probably was -- and would -- if it were not for her sore ribs and sprained leg; but since she wasn't it was a bit drastic to react of in such an exaggerate and defensive manner.

Maybe it was because Juno lacked the etiquette to approch an Alpha, considring the closest thing to a pack she'd ever had was her two mothers and her siblings, or maybe it was just that there was an epidemy of 'stick-up your butt-itis' in the area and again, she had happened to come across the wrong wolf. But who gave a damn right?
Juno remained in the spot, waving her tail calmly while completely ignoring the fact that the overzealous female in front of her was about to jump her.

If it were not for the fact that the ruby woman took a second to call out for backup before making her move, Juno might've not noticed the strange fire in the other's eyes, which revealed the her real intentions. With a confused yelp, the girl took a step back, repelled by the sight of Fox's pink gums and sharp teeth. She didn't really understand what was it she had done now to provoke such a reaction but nothing came to mind. She hadn't even placed a single foot on the Caldera and she was already getting burned.

And then, just like that, the angry Alpha launched herself forward, her teeth threatening to clash against Juno's shoulder. "YO!" she yipped while using her all of the strenght in her body to pull herself away out of the female's route of collision. Though in her mind the perfect response to this would've been to gracefuully dodge the blow while still mantaining her poise, her bruised ribs and still sore ankle made it impossible to do so. While she did manage to avoid the female's sharp love bite (by an inch), she ended up away stumbling awkwardly onto her butt.

A look of pure terror stretched across the female's blue eyes as she watched the ruby red woman prepare to take another swing at her. She had known males to be irrational creatures fueled by rage but she had never met a female that could be as equally as beastly and primitive.
Didn't the word 'dialogue' meant anything to her?

She parted her mouth to yell something more but Fox's outstretched jaws made her swallow her words. She knew that her lithe frame and long legs could not pull her out of the collision course again so instead of trying to throw herself out of her way she too drew her lips back and braced herself for when their teeth clashed together.

The impact of the blow drew blood on Juno's gums, which flooded quickly into her mouth and stained her pearly daggers with layers of crimsom. She then pulled away, flicking her tongue over the injured flesh in her mouth but being thankful she had avoided Fox's jaws around her throat instead.
Then with a brusque movement of her paws, she turned away and shot off into the distance, not caring if the female followed or not.