Silvertip Mountain A fish that's learnt to fly

The thing in the bushes turned out to be a another male-one that was huge and ebony furred. For a minute her heart stopped, her mouth opening to call out to him. What's Raimo doing here? As he got closer she could see it wasn't her friend, he didn't have the right shape nor was his eye color the same. Niita composed herself, looking away. 

Her brows furrowed, she hadn't thought she was underselling herself. Niita had no particular talents; she was not a healer, a naturalist, or anything of the sort. Her skills were physical and that was all she had to offer.

This male was obviously the Beta if his scent was any indication, Niita keeping her head down so as not to offend him. 

"Niita." The pale girl murmured softly. She didn't bother with her surname, wanting to leave that bit in the past.