OOC: FYI Not trying to turn this into a fight D:
The morning was unkind to the female’s tired eyes; the first hint that she had slept longer than her usual. The dawn had been her intended hour to rise, but her body was weak and fatigue had settled deeply into her bones dragging down the great beast to find comfort on the earthen floor. But it was with the stark light of the sun that she was compelled to rise and stretch long limbs and heavy paws toward the bush that encompassed her keep. Sincerely she hoped that the beast of the mountain would not be angered by her delayed greet of the morning, yet part of her did not fully believe he would be angered. Yet there was always that sliver of doubt in her mind that favored the contrary.
Never the less she rose with careful ease, stretching fully then began her rounds about the territory. In her rounds she remarked the trees and hardy bushes, leaving the essence of not only herself but the Vale, reclaiming in earnest what was theirs to protect and serve.
Still in the morning, she came upon the thickly vegetated edges of the land that led between the mountains, but found it was only the scent of the Vale that lingered there. It was the musk of a male, permeating the heavy scent she carried. Her nostrils flared in bother as lips unfurled without warning, and from her throat slithered a growl as she crept closer to the threshold of her domain. How unfortunate for the bold that her first sight would be a spot of white within the green, for without word, the warden sprang from the gathering brushes, her shoulders forward and braced in an effort to knock into the white transgressor. |