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‘til the darkness would take her, the wolfess would run. A wild spirit, never tamed nor possible to be controlled, made her the way she was; a fighter and a very intelligent and well-educated wolf. The intentions of past acquaintances had driven her away from her homeland, and into this timber labyrinth on the outskirts of an unknown territory.
It was their own belligerent nature that had caused the death of her two brothers, and their only chance of survival would have been through Rainbow, the only capable heir at the time since her father was killed in battle. They had always been incompetently asinine, and it seemed to her they deserved their fate… But these thoughts were only temporary. She dared not dwell on her past too long, lest her aggressive side be elicited. She had other things on her mind.
Ardent forest green oculars blazed with slowly appearing tentativeness. A low rumble escaped her maw, rattling her vocal cords as ebony labra drew back to divulge lethal rotenone canines and incisors. Hackles bristled along her nape. Sinewy compounds shifted in a pelagic fashion beneath her rippling gray pelt. Her coat was marked with the softest of gray, touched and blended with hints of white and light brown.
Raven nose twitched keenly as her ears flexed forth across her narrow crania, maintaining a position that suggested rapt attention. Deep pools glanced blandly about as auditory domes tapered to her head and she relaxed her vigil, shaking her decently muscled feminine body. An inscrutable glow radiated from brightly shining irides as the she-wolf descended to her haunches, slender caudal constricting about her posterior. Burly shoulders were hunched forward, muzzle thrust against the wind, senses attuned to her surroundings. Gentle rays of light cascaded from small chasms in the canopy above. Orbs of illumination locked aimlessly onto the foliage covering the forest floor. The femme lowered to her stomach, resting her head atop her forepaws and listening in silence to the sounds of the forest around her.
The wind brushed against her back, and carefully changed its course. The cool breeze touched her face. Concealing lids closed in bliss as she inhaled deeply. She lay quietly, though did not sleep. When the eastern horizon was struck with rubescence, and the sky was beginning to darken, the melodious songs of the birds had left the air. The treetops were quiet in the last few minutes of matinal light before the night roamers would wake and arise to go about their lives in the darkness. The sweet scents of wildflowers were directed toward the wolf femora in a final gust before she rose swiftly to her paws and out of her sleepless daze. The nocturne beauty was completed only by the rising of the moon, which had been inspiration to compel every night-loving creature to arise if only to be lost in thought while staring admiringly upon the magnificent sphere. It’s pale silvery light danced across the forest, illuminating the still shadows and adding a touch of consonance to the atmosphere. None could be greater than the lunar disc. It’s glorious corona emitted an enchanting luminescence and was the guide and comfort of any that belonged to the nocturnal ways.
Rainbow Chaser gazed upon the vicinity warmly. These lands… So peaceful, it seemed. She was content with what could now be considered her new home. Her eyes glittered with an auric sparkle. The moonlight fell across her broad back in fluctuating waves. She trotted briskly forward. Paws played across the terra in deft swipes, supported on lissome pistons as she slipped with surreptitiousness and ease through the night. Coriaceous pads graced the soil gingerly with each deliberate stride, caudal brushing against her heels.
The alpha emitted a welcoming howl, calling for any and all loners, and instantly she lunged forward into a brisk trot. Increasing her speed, she felt a sudden rush of adrenaline, and the sensation of ecstasy as the wind whipped her fur, nipping playfully at any exposed flesh. Her muzzle thrust forward, paws hit the ground with a rhythmic thud of impact. Her frame moved at an outstanding speed, the world brought into an incipient blur of color around her. Limber legs stretched to full extent, eager for the thrill that was brought with a nighttime run, something she hadn’t experienced in a long while. Atramentous lips parted, the ivory peaks of sharp canines clearly visible. Onyx chelas carved small scars in the topsoil. Carnation hued tongue lolled out of her open maw, irides simply a shimmering array of ebullient light. She took pride in her new packlands, and could not await new memberships!
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