IV

Whrist

she may or may not have injuries from a bear fight, so i'm going to be very vague about those for the time being

Edit Reason: added last sentences to make up for post that appeared while I was posting

She was angry, and could not rest despite the weather, adrenaline still pulsed through her veins, things had come into the pack lands. Maybe the snow marred her scent markers, maybe these others just didn’t care but either way it was her job to keep her pack lands safe, and so despite the unrelenting snow she found herself trudging through the territory she had to freshen up the border markings.

It was not long before she came across a loner, and not just a loner but the captive to close to the borders was she trying to make an escape? Whrist would find out in short order if the grandmaster wanted this captive then he’d have her, on silver platter if the black femme had anything to say about it..

Whrist stalked toward the pair and it was only then she glanced in the direction of the blade with a huff she nodded allowing some anger to ease, it least the captive hadn’t been completely loose to it’s own devices.

Her blackened lips lifted to show the pearly whites that seemed even more white against the darkness of her pelt. Her white blue eyes looked him over this wolf assessing him and his physique for a fight. She needed an outlet for her adrenaline and this wolf might provide it depending on it's temperament. A wolf; she could take on, alone if need be. And that was sounding more and more enticing.

Whrist did not attack, yet, the blade was nearby and did not seem interested in a fight but that didn’t matter to her, if this one was the least bit suspicious it would leave a pound of flesh behind as it was ousted from the pack territory.

Her lips relaxed only a little as she spoke, keeping her teeth visible announcing each word lifting her perfectly black tail carefully high. “Who are you?, why are you here?”

She came in at a different angle then the white harbrnger and so did not see her until their words echoed almost at the same time.
Her eyes flitted to Nyra, and inwardly gimmaced though her facical expression did not change. Her White blue then bored into the loner waiting for the demanded answers.