Tanets so smert'yu. 《Dance with Death》

◆its fine. :P you know conversation is inevitable. xD◆


The dark flame patterned wolf raised himself to his haunches after his ears pinpointed the sound of unnaturally moving grassblades : someone comes.
He began grooming himself, removing the bone fragments and slight organ mush from his pads. The crimson only made his tanned paws match his topcoat of brisk hair. Seconds before the company revealed themself, he had gotten the last drip of ruby liquid from his maw from the simple licking of his chops. Swiftly, he completed his cleaning. Then the figure made their appearance.

A dark shewolf, one who held held both light and dark in her hide, the colors at play and forming harmony with each other, blending into a stunning even shaded grey, though the light gave it benifits, it leaned closer to a dark grey. He analyzed her silently, with emerald orbs finding her own cerulean ones, eyes that could have made the sea itself, jealous. One silent and unnoticed breath flooded information into his mind of the target before him. Scent of pack. Same scent as border. Unwed. Fit for stealth and cunning that strength. Well groomed.
He silenced the rest.

Vector gazed at her, wondering what the female was doing away from pack lands, why she was alone, and what her voice would sound like.