*The bloody femme slinks in.* -- Hunting

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Date Posted: 10:00:13 06/22/01 Fri
Author: Wyanet
Subject: *The bloody femme slinks in.*

*Her head raised high, she ignores her wounded foreleg. Most of her thick, wiry fur is coated in dried blood, and she looks for a bit of water to moisten her parched throat. Panting quietly, the hybred wolf finds a small stream and trails it, discovering a small pond... though big enough to lay in. Relieved, she crouches down, lapping up her fill of water. Pricked lobes swivelling to catch any sounds, she steps in carefully to the cool liquid, favoring her injured leg. Laying down, she rolls and splashes, although near-silently, until the blood is washed away from her lean form. The dim light reveals a reddish wolf with points of black, a nearly healed wound on her foreleg and a mean look. Her lips curl as she looks to the clouds, remembering the crimson color they had taken as she arrived. Standing tall, her height surpasses nearly all wolves, due to her mixed bloodlines. Her fur, wiry and thick, is nearly impenetrable around her neck, again due to her mixed heritage. Arctic thickness and Maned wiry aspect, as well as Maned height and Arctic tolerance of cold, plus Timber strength and stamina combined to make a nearly unbeatable wolf. Her pride stirs for the first time in months as she looks through the dry foliage at the lands around her, and her shaded eyes light up with an inner flame. With a snort in the direction of the evil morons, she trots out smoothly, back to the Clearing and her companions.*

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