Emberwood The die is cast.

Ah... now he could place his claws on it. The broad-shouldered walk the female had was coupled with a brazen, arrogant voice. Shadow. That bastard had the same sort of cocky, empirical timber to his tone, as if he was entitled to pillage and tyrannize everything he set his beaded little jewels on. Dovev's alpha had set aside a special mission for him to visit that silver rat's territory, and the white male was bursting with anticipation.

He could feel the grass bend out of his way, nudging it out of the way with his chest as he slunk through the field and down the slope. With glassy gray eyes, Dovev scanned the multi-hued frame of the female. She was embossed with a dark chocolate, with lighter colors along her throat, paws, and stomach. They were like beacons, showing where her most vulnerable parts were. But perhaps her most poignant feature was her set of soled eyes, blazing with an inner gold fire. Stepping into view, Dovev straightened up and let his tail give out a slow pendulum of a wave. It stopped at the twelve o' clock position, held high in the windy air.

I would love to see you in action, he responded jovially. If his intonations were correct and this wayward lady was, in fact, related to Shadow, Dovev had hit the jackpot. Whatever revenge he could inflict on the male would be like sweet, her blood honey on his tongue.