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| A black pitched bitch sat in observant silence in the forest not far from the pair. Her gaze flicked back and forth between the female and male... The female well known, and much beloved, the male... unknown, and as such, to be scrutinized carefully. Her plume curled cozily around her haunches as she sat watching the pair, her amber eyes masked by shadow. Only for looking carefully would one spot the ghostly image, and only if they knew to look for her. She was, in a very nearly literal sense, Mist's shadow. Especially since the silver fem had reclaimed Ice Tundra, and more wolves were returning to the Cascade Mountains. Ice would secure her alpha's safety, if nothing else. She'd done so before, been willing to put her life on the line, and so she was again. Not long had passed before Ice become bored of sitting in the shadows, watching. Without a sound, strangely so, she rose, and trekked out into the open plain, toward her mistress and the new comer. It didn't take her long, with her long, sweeping stride to come to settle beside her mistress and friend. She was abnormally large for a female, easily the size of a large male, and nearly as bulky. Her lineage was to thank for that, as were some other, less likable traits. |