Mississippi Queen (M)

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The alpha female could not—would not—move far from the pack. The quarry was not so far from them at all. She thought of the red one again, and felt it prudent to scout for her. Tonravik did not want to leave any behind. While the likelihood of her living through the storm was slim to none, she would search nonetheless for as long as she could. She was both sore and tender and tired... but this was a necessity. If her subordinate was alive, Tonravik sought to find her.

Limbs carried her in the direction of Kapvik. She had a mind to recruit him on this journey with her, given he had been able to meet with her mate, beta, and Arverk in a time where the odds were against him. She knew her mate, too, would search; but the wolverine had not met the fiery female, so he needed to be informed.

There was another scent on the wind, feminine and unfamiliar.

Truth be told, Tonravik did not yet seek to recruit. She sought to keep her numbers stable and her wolves fed and united. The prospect, as she came upon the scene, did not occur at all to her. The earth sucked at her feet as she glanced to the distant Spine...

And then broke into the scene. There was a woman there, and her subordinate. That she might have interrupted something did not seem to effect her... and truth be told, if she had, she did not know. The bear of a wolf looked dourly at the female, and shook dirt from her furs. The two women contrasted one another entirely; one all woman, curvacious, and lovely... and then, there was the woman-beast, who hardly looked the part of a woman except for her own curves that betrayed her sex. She stood there, quietly, and then at last her head swung to turn to Kapvik, keeping the woman in her peripherals.