Otter Creek Creatures lie here

she'd been doing her usual daily rounds of the borders when the howl pierced the air, causing some ravens to squawk with alarm as if knowing it was one their forest's wolves that had sounded it. tundra recognised it right away for she'd heard it before, it was moonshadow and the call was clearly one seeking help. although last time she'd been fine, there was a much stronger sense of alarm to this and she took off from the woods at a quick run- aware of bertók soaring high above her. the thud of her paws sounded loud in her pinned back ears as she streaked across the flatlands- a mere blur of white.

it wasn't long before figures came into sight, one quite obviously moonshadow and the other a man. just before she reached them another scarred woman arrived but seemed to be on moonshadow's side. nevertheless tundra wasn't ready to trust anyone who didn't bear the blackfeather scent and arrived to the scene with a low growl, moving to moonshadow's side and gently touching off her with her long tail- surprised as to how defensive she felt over the woman. a suspicious glance would be thrown to the lone girl before shifting narrowed eyes of complete darkness to the man that must have caused moonshadow's call for help. "you're going to want to back the fuck down" she'd growl, pearly fangs bared as she glared. her heart bet fast in her chest and although she'd put it down to simple adrenaline, she knew there was something more there. part of her was excited.