Bearclaw Valley noro lim, asfaloth

she had also been hunting, and she had also missed her mark, called by blondine's howl as well.

every time she left that blasted rock, it seemed like something happened.  most of the time, it was exciting, too.  soon she would be glued to the godforsaken thing.

she rounded on the stranger, making note of her posture and tail set after last time.  she carried herself high but not in a way that would undermine the authority of her alpha, and studied the man in front of her with her intense mismatched gaze.

he was pretty.  his eyes were the colour of seaglass, his pelt a smattering of exotic earth tones.  she ghosted forward, close to his space and scented deep.  he smelled like others.  but where were they?  no, she did not like this.  politely, she turns her head and retreats back between the outsider and her packmates.