Cheap Thrills

Darsal · (This post was last modified: July 06, 2016, 04:56 PM by Darsal.)

I'm going to go ahead and say this could be be Darsal's first IC tussle. Thanks for the tag xD

The Court was growing stronger. Despite the famine, Darsal had managed to hunt continuously for weeks, bringing sufficient prey in order to heal her pack and supply their forces. Today, she had gotten a rare opportunity — one to patrol the territory's borders and refresh the pack's thick scent. At last, she wouldn't be spending this day on paws that had been run sore throughout the Hinterlands.
For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, she left the Court's base at the entrance to the Nimbus tunnels at a leisurely pace. Before, she'd galloped in and out the exit, dropping off prey and leaving for another hunt.
Her muted gray form, having grown slightly leaner since joining the pack, weaved between the sparse sugar maples. The summer had been generous enough to spare a fleeting shower of rain before dawn, leaving the Glade pleasantly damp this morning. Darsal made her way down the forested slope toward the northernmost border that faced Grouse Thicket. Peering out over the border, she was struck with an unfamiliar scent, one of a female wolf with no recognizable scent.
Darsal's ears pricked once she'd come to a halt. She was not yet angry, but she was highly intrigued. She studied the tracks left by the stranger: shallow-set, tracing along the scentline, with an even print. From what she could see, this wolf had been walking in some sort of relaxed manner along the border.
Darsal suspected nothing but trouble. Picking up her pace to a trot, she followed the trail left by the wolf. Once she had reached the narrowed stretch of forest south of Cricket Bog, she halted. Her orange-brown eyes caught sight of a pale wolf far ahead.
Still tracing the border, Darsal quickened her gait. The blackened-gray wolf thundered down the way, alerting the stranger of her presence. What're you doing so close to the borders of Royalty? she demanded, nonchalant yet firm. She kept aggression clear of her voice.