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 | The swish of tundra grass against silver pelt brought a wave of remembrance to the crouched femme. Long had the days and nights been since she’d had no choice but to abandon her former home and pack lands. The action had weighed heavy on her heart and it was with this weight that the silver nymph had finally made her way back and into the now docile and forsaken lands. The wind shifted, bringing with it an assault of smells the silvery female had not grasped in some time. Not one, but two, smells drifted towards her. Musky in their origin, a sign that this was neither a trick of the mind nor a ghost of the past this was truth. There was simply one problem to this new arrangement. The position of the wind left her scent mask and the other lupine were circling in with the intent to strike and kill. Hackles raised a throaty growl was issued. Warnings as well as a simple plead for the strike to be withheld. She did not wish to fight friends, but would if her hide depended on it. Dubbance: Gender: Moons survived: Home: Position: Companion: Pups: |