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Shadows faded away, leaving her exposed to the bright light of the sun. Squinting her eyes she bared her teeth at the unwanted glare, fangs glistening with menace at something she couldn't target. White-bared black ears pressed back against her pitch fur in distaste. She disliked the sunlight when it was this bright. A creature of the shadows and murky forest, the white bone-marked black female was uncomfortable in the heat of the full sun.

A soft growl rumbled low in her throat as he slunk forward, her pure white tails held low, twisting and swaying behind her like glistening spirits as she padded forwards. The sirene call of clean water the only lure that could bring her out into the harsh light of the midday sun.

Black fur rippled as she slunk to the river's edge, muzzle, with its white markings that resembled bone and fang dipping to draw the cool liquid up. Sweet and pure it sated the dreadful thirst that she had carried with her on this, the latest leg of her journey. Forgetting herself as she lapped eagerly at the water she let her pale eyes close against the sunlight, leaving her vulnerable and exposed for a brief time. Unaware of any that might approach the startlingly marked she-wolf.

Her coat pricked, causing her to jerk her head up, icy blue eyes snapping open to reveal the deathly glare behind. Lip raised in a silent snarl she swung her head back and forth, scanning the immediate area. All appeared calm, and yet the creeping touch of death ruffled through her coat like a lover's caress.

Lowering her muzzle once more she didn't drink, but instead stayed crouched, dark coat like a beacon against the pale sand under her paws and the blazing sun glinting off her white markings, giving them the appearance of being lit from within as they glowed in the light. Her pale eyes flickered this way and that, seeking the source of the new death she felt in the air.

Maybe if she was lucky, there would be something useful left behind that she could .. borrow.

Nothing.. there was nothing close by, but she was almost sure she could hear something, or rather, someone just beyond in the edge of the forest. A shadow fall across the sand close by and she glanced up, pale eyes narrowed against the glare of the sun.

A skull-wearing bird? And... what was it spouting on about? The dark ruff of fur at her neck lifted as she bared her fangs at the bird. Pale eyes narrowing threateningly, paws shifting, claws raking the sand under her crouched form. Maybe she could eat the bird before it truly irritated her? Would anyone mind? She would be doing them a favour anyway...

Before she could consider how to put her idea into action she froze, feeling a stranger draw near. Pale eyes swung to where the large male appeared out of the forest. The feathers at his head caught her gaze first, then they dropped to the skull atop his brow. That made her smile, a slow lifting of her top lip in a rather sinister smirk. Was he one like her? A practitioner of the dark arts? He certainly strode about like one that possessed power and knew how to use it. But then, there were many forms of power.

She studied the male as he strode towards her, the feathers bobbing brightly over the bleached skull. She would have to ask where he got that skull.. He moved with a swaggering confidence. Not the power from her calling then? His movements possessed something other than simple ability... pride, yes. The weight of responsibility? Maybe. He was an alpha, that much a blind wolf would have been able to sense.

Her dark bone-marked head lifted, slim body drawing to her full height. Rather than being cowed by the size and confidence of the stranger before her, she seemed almost.. amused, in a dark and slightly nerve-tingling way if the strange light in her pale eyes was anything to go by.