Fox's Glade Warspeak

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The days grew longer, and gave Ameline more of a chance to roam before returning to the valley by sundown. She wanted to maintain the trust she had with the girls, and knew that the only way to do so was to show them, physically, that she would follow through on her promises. 

She stopped in her tracks at the valley's entrance, however, when she spotted a figure in the distance. It was the wolf's scent which had halted her first- as the alabaster behemoth was more difficult to spot against the snowy backdrop. When her gaze locked onto the woman, she froze, and bristled; she tested the air, flicking her tongue over her nose as she took a few more cautious steps forward. 

She could hear Avicus' voice in the back of her mind- commanding them to attack. "Find her! Bring her to me!"

She could hear Ancelin's voice in the forefront of her mind. "Being nice might be the best thing in this situation."

Avicus' voice rang out again. "We muhh' kill her before womanh kill again,"

"We'll make overtures then. Gestures. Whatever." The reasonable voice of her husband. 

The scent of one of the nearby packs was on her fur- a suggestion that she lived a different life now. Ameline did too; perhaps they had both shed their former selves in want of something new. 

She shook out her coat to free the tension from her shoulders, and slowly began to approach, flicking her tongue over her lips. She fought to keep her inner, adolescent self at bay, though it was difficult. It would have felt delightful to kill this woman simply for the sake of being the one who finally felled the woman who had fled during the attack. That had been Lilia, though; self-proclaimed 'princess of Redtail Rise.' That hadn't gotten her far. 

She walked forward, now, as a queen in her own right, ready to make her own decisions.