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 | Twin towers were erect and tense as the brush snapped and gave under the weight of another. Spheres glancing nervously towards the approaching brute, a threatening growl still under her breath, though it faded at the sight of the male before her. Greyn The name whispered from within. He was changed, aged, yet at the same time remained the same. Hackles still bristled, as he grew closer. Long had it been since another had entered her space, even longer the time when touch had been allowed. The dead rabbit was a sign of truce and yet Mist knew it to be so much more. The desire to greet him, to press maw against maw, was strong. Though so was the knowledge that her position was held onto by a single thread, one wrong move and she’d be outcast, turned away, and from her own land. Silver pelt shifted over toned muscle before large crown was dipped and the still warm rabbit grasped in pearly white fangs. A crunch and tear, the sounds of feeding uttered though her gaze never shifted from that of the smaller shaped male. Though size could never define strength. She had seen the male take down many a brute larger then him and would not be surprised to see it happen again. A portion of the rabbit devoured fur covered cranium was lifted, optics of steel like blue boring into the beau before her. Finally when she thought the tense would grow no thicker or tangible, a third party was involved. She’d lowered to a near kneeling position to feed, but as the second lupine appeared lithe form rose and hackles bristled even higher. This figure too was familiar, her second in command. Optics that had slanted in anger began to widen with alarm and surprise. Could it truly be? Not one, but two, of her treasured pack had returned. The question now was whom would they listen to. Realizing to stall was to concede Mist moved. Optics keeping a sharp eye on the raven female, she advanced on the male. Though her plume did wag with excitement, it continued to curl over her back in alpha like manner, Mist truly was pleased to see them. Keeping her dial raised Mist reached out and without hesitation nipped at the snout of the male. Teeth quickly grasping then releasing only to return the action again, this time to an ear; yips of greeting given before she stepped back and quickly did the same to the female. Stepping back and at an angle to defend against either the female waited for the rebuke. Dubbance: Gender: Moons survived: Home: Position: Companion: Pups: All Grown |