<i>Silver Line of Hope</I> -- Ice Tundra

Optics of steely blue shifted from Greyn to Black Ice with ease, her honed skills of being alpha returning neatly and without hiccups. It was due to this that silver she-wolf noted the downcast look the raven gave in response to Kosses appearance and then lack of. There was a story there but for now it seemed the other did not wish to speak of it and as such Mist did not push. She had learned long ago to trust the former black magic wolf; she�d come to her with the information when she felt it right.

She�d been thinking on this when the sudden shift of Greyn occurred. Hackles springing up not in anger, but alarm as he advanced on Black Ice. She did not wish to see the two of them fight and would not sit idly by if such occurred. The low rumble of warning was grasped from the raven, even as the brown male lunged. But instead of grasp thick fur in ivories the male bestowed a blundering wet lick of a kiss to the others maw and face.

Blinking in surprise as much as the other female, she did not respond quick enough to avoid the sudden pounce that was delivered her. Large frame shifting to the side and tumbling over, though she quickly rose and shook the melting snow and dirt from her frame, Mist was then assaulted by the onyx nymph and finally the sterling one could take no more.

A yip of excitement pushed past black petals as she lowered her frame and wiggled, sure signs that someone was soon to be tackled. �I say we give the brute what he asked for dear Ice, after all we can�t let him think he holds the lead now can we?� Canines flashed in a dazzling smile before the silver femme launched towards the male, determined to catch and knock him over.

Game On.

Dubbance:
Silver Mist

Gender:
Female

Moons survived:
6

Home:
Ice Tundra

Position:
Alpha

Companion:
None

Pups: All Grown