Nettleclaw was never far from @Zharille though she gave the woman her space. Much like the dominant female, Nettleclaw's season had come upon her. It made her reclusive.
She'd managed a meager lunch of two field mice, savoring the crunch between her teeth before they passed to her stomach. A bittersweet and too short meal.
Other wolves made their presence here known. Nettleclaw settled into a patch of yellow grass with her eyes set towards the plains.
She'd managed a meager lunch of two field mice, savoring the crunch between her teeth before they passed to her stomach. A bittersweet and too short meal.
Other wolves made their presence here known. Nettleclaw settled into a patch of yellow grass with her eyes set towards the plains.
February 12, 2023, 01:52 PM
the scent she had carried with her for so long now, waned. yet there was something to the wind that was much the same, and not a part of her, which made zharille uneasy. she followed the scent with increasing fervor, and saw only the subordinate woman sprawling there.
zharille was not open to competition; she had made that known to the fisherwoman once before, and now came upon her with a similar predatory intent: striding stiffly closer with a clearly displayed concern upon her face.
she did not know what was to be done, only that she felt the strong desire to punish the woman for an aspect outside of either one's control; but that was her role now, at the top, and she would enforce her law.
zharille was not open to competition; she had made that known to the fisherwoman once before, and now came upon her with a similar predatory intent: striding stiffly closer with a clearly displayed concern upon her face.
she did not know what was to be done, only that she felt the strong desire to punish the woman for an aspect outside of either one's control; but that was her role now, at the top, and she would enforce her law.
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