Blackfoot Forest whisper

YAY HELLO

It didn't take long for her to eat the important bits that she wanted to ingest. By the time she had, the other had approached and kept a respectable distance, his soft hello met with a disinterested look. Tonravik ran both hot and cold the past couple of days, her aggression increasing tenfold but so too did her tolerance of the opposite sex. She kept away even from Echelon as of late, being not in the proper mind to linger around other women without snapping at them.

But right now, her blood ran quite cold. Tonravik had no interest for company and her lobes twitched atop her head as she watched him, a solid sentinel above her dead fox. He tread on thin ice. Her ears cupped as the regal wolf watched him further, listening to see if he would say anything else but hello.