Blacktail Deer Plateau catch a hot one!

Hawkeye hesitated when she reached the edge of the plateau. Three wolves? Only one had called, and three being present made her slightly uneasy. She walked on tall, though, and stopped a safe distance from them.

She quickly inspected each of the wolves with her precise eyes: a soot-colored male with a deformed face and a single molten eye, with greasy looking fur; sad teal eyes set into a lean, fit body that matched the color of snow; and an odd-looking female with a reddish pelt and eyes that said blind. What an odd little troupe.

"I am Hawkeye, Alpha of these lands." She looked across the wolves, from red, to white, then resting on charcoal. "What is your business here?" Her voice was calm but commanding, her eyes sharp and full of presence.

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