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She stalked the male keeping her practised footsteps light and as silent as she could. Her dark form ghosted through the shadows though her white blue eyes held fast to his form, eyeing him taking in his masculine form.

Here was yet another new pack member, though this one looked almost like she felt. She felt claustrophobic within the strath, though she still could not figure out if that were due to the walls of the cliff or idea of the pack itself. She had not really been part of a pack before she had become a saint.

She licked her lips and crouched lower, drawing closer, as quiet as wolvenly possible. She wondered if her distinctly feminine scent the one that called every male for miles to let them know a female was ready would give her away. She wouldn't have pups, that was not her goal in life not that her body understood that. She grinned as the wind blew into her face, nope he'd not know she was there not until....

The black wraith darting forward the last 6 feet suddenly and pounced planning on landing on his back. Her body language was not aggressive, her maw was not even open for a grab but rather she hoped of knock him off guard.


It never occurred to her though this might turn into and all out brawl, if he chose to turn and attack. She certainly would have attacked outright in response to an assault like this if she were in his paws.