Silvertip Mountain Profound

The cloud-dotted peaks drew the red woman in, entranced by their tall shadows and dappled faces. It was quiet here, with only the faint whistle of wind rushing past her dark tipped ears. Perhaps this would be a good place to take shelter for the night — sleep in a cool cave protected from the sun. However, a these thoughts passed through Tuwawi's mind, a dark smear disturbed the landscape, snaking between the small copses of pines and rocky outcrops. Her nose floated skywards, scenting for any trace of recognition; but there was none. This ebony wolf was a stranger, but even from this great distance Tuwawi could tell her body was laced with purpose.

She stood her ground — as their meeting was imminent — and waited to see what this wolf wanted; but the cards fell in an unexpected way. Her aggressor's tail waved, raised like a black flag as her immense body postured, all the while dripping with dominance. Tuwawi was immediately repulsed by the dark wolf's hubris, blood boiling as she watched each swaggering step. Messy red hair spiked as her lips curled back, the corner of her mouth pinched forward in a clear message. Don't tread on me.