Kintla Flatlands But what happens when the raven's wings break, mother?

Hope you don't mind me popping in here!

Over the troubles she had somewhat heard in Moonlit Hills with the queen being attacked, Silver decided it would be best to venture off and just relax. Maybe recruit a few others if the pack was in need. Well, she could do that later. For the moment, she had found a true beauty. Not a diamond, not gold, and not silver. No flowers or serenades, it was something even better to her.

Aa skull. Not a wolf skull, it was a caribou skull with small branching antlers. It was weathered down a bit, the skull tainted the tiniest bit of yellow with dirt in its crevices. Moss grew atop the forehead of the skull, parts of the antlers chipped. But it was a rare find, and a good one too.

Swooping on the opportunity, the skull was carried in her maw happily. However, the sight before her made her return to her emotionless and cold self. A she wolf, her fur bristling and tail flashing in annoyance/anger. Suddenly, she grabbed a stick between her ivories, snapping it into two. Yep, she was angry.

That didn't stop Silver though, she continued to watch from afar, though her eyes were narrowed in a cold glint. Her hackles were raised, along with her stature. The skull stayed within her jaws tightly, she stepped forward then to the side a few steps. Her icy eyes examined the other, noticing her eyes that resembled Silver's coat. Her pelt was dark, it looked like mud.

Her body had figure, curved. However, there was a nice amount of muscle on her. Silver kept her emotionless eyes on, not showing any signs of impressment. She was the pack wolf here, in the higher tier anyways. If this wolf wanted to rumble, she was in for a real treat. But until then, Silver stayed silent and watched the dark one over.