Haunted Wood bloody shirt

Most days, Brandy was okay to stay in her home fen, simultaneously calmed and fulfilled but the company of her mate. 

Other days, however, the copper toned girl felt the bite of the warrior rising in her belly, and her firey legs led her from her marshy home. Exploring would sate this hunger sometimes, but today was not one of those times. Today, the Valentine wanted blood. She wandered in the direction of the Caldera as night fell, wondering if maybe the alpha there would consider a spar with her -- she wouldn't approach though, knowing better. The sprinkling rain didn't bother her in the least, as chilly as she felt in the late Autumn evening. 

The scent of another slowed her paws, tail curling above her back and nostrils flaring to take in his scent. Her sharp lemon eyes scoured the area ahead as she stalked, shoulders forward, through the story.