It seemed like forever, the old wolf thought as she limped behind the pair, that she had been encountered with such a delicious proposition as this. All of her orchestration of course- for she did not believe anyone could ever truly do good things for one another. Lowly, she snickered, for in her mind the most devious thoughts were at work- devious of course, being only to her own regards, for most of it involved trivial matters such as food.
She was a bit of a walking skeleton, Slvaka. Built of strange angles and hanging jaws- blood red eyes which were glazed with an old catarax, and something that smelt like death... but there was still a tiny bit of sharpness to her, despite all this random behavior. She was, after all, following the alpha back to his homeland. That certainly had to count for something. She snickered softly, and limped.
Lolita took an exasperated breath, and suddenly let go of the ends of the antler. She stumbled a few feet before sitting down. Although her strength had seemed like nothing more then a kitten's pawing, she felt truly winded over this occasion. The hauntingly beautiful creature ushered not from her lips a single word, keeping instead to softly regard the carcass they had eaten from, and this strange wolf that was leading them. Her distrust of the whole occasion was apparent, although she dutifully minded her mother- who brought up the rear, mumbling something about Hrothmund and her great meal ticket.
~Shaoilin Woods Guild Archive~
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