The Docked Stranger

Sorry for the wait! I just got off of absence.

The priestess tore the pigeon apart, swallowing chunks of meat and sending them to the pouch in her stomach where she could regurgitate it later for her pups to eat. She paused in her consumption at the sound of an unfamiliar howl. Her ears tipped upwards, cupping the sound and sending it to her highly sensitive ears to process the message. It was a male, probably as old as her, maybe younger. He was calling for the leaders of the pack, and from the distance of the howl, it seemed that he was off of her territory, or on the border. Good.

Dropping the kill back into the cache, and then covering the tossed dirt, she turned to the sound, trotting lightly. She was getting towards that old age where she no longer felt like running much, added with the layer of fat she had gained sustaining her pups, her gait was not as quick as before. Not that she minded; she rather have the wolf wait for a moment anyway.

Meldresi hugged the shadows as she came closer, her eyes watching the wolf curiously. She was right in guessing the age range and gender of the wolf, and the dark woman was pleased by the muscular form the wolf held, along with the scars. If she was a younger, sillier woman, she would have been ecstatic at the addition of another attractive and strong wolf to her pack, but she was beyond those years, and even if she wasn't, she was never that type of wolf.

She barked as she parted from the shadows, observing the wolf quietly as she walked forward, stopping at the edge of her border before speaking. "Why did you call, hm?"