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Creidne, bored and alone and wandering aimlessly as usual, had fed recently and was content in the chill of the air. She had no destination, no set place to be. She was, for once, simply pleased to be alive, fed and mobile. She was happy being on her own, unfettered and clear-headed. Her normal loneliness and half-depression was nowhere to be found, wiped out by the pleasure of the cold and life itself. She felt a surge of excitable energy and dove suddenly into a pile of damp leaves with a short bark of happiness, burying herself down until only a bit of tail could be seen.

Tiberius was walking in an odd zigzag pattern, his movement interrupted by the catching of one thing or another out of the corners of his eyes, or soft sounds upon the wind. It wasn't that he was paranoid, just overly observant in his particular state. And he had so many states. This one was inveriably the most unintrusive, though he did look utterly insane nearly bumping into trees every other step, and half tripping over stones in his path.

And there it was.

A wriggling, grey tipped tuft of fur coming from beneath a pile of leaves. He drew his lips back in a crude snarl, but dared not make a sound. That was something. A something that probably had ears, as it were. Tiberius crept up on it, silent as the grave in his movements. Even the soft ruffle of his brightly colored winter coat gave little sound as he moved in, the fur along his neck and back standing at attention. He couldn't help himself. It was a very driven desire to trounce on that tail, a binding decision that once he stepped into it did not have an escape. So, being that as it was, he leaped from his standing stalk, and landed into the leaf pile in a fit of airborne bits of crackling leaf. On a concious level he knew there was more to the being in the leaves than just the tail, but that didn't concern him for the moment. The only thing he attempted to hold fast in his teeth was the grey tuft, the thing which had caught his attention in the first place.

The first thing Creidne did was leap forward and up, out of the pile she had, a moment ago, so happily dived into the middle of. The second thing was open her mouth to yelp, but no sound emerged, leaving her a bit dumb-looking. Unfortunately, her leap didn't take her very far, being as there was still something that had a hold of her tail. She whirled instinctively and snapped viciously at the thing, getting only an impression of large size and a variety of colors.

He had hold of the tail, and he would have kept a deathgrip on it too if teath hadn't sailed his way. Tiberius leaped back and sideways, escaping with a grazing wound across the muzzle. He shook his head and made a scene of shaking a few droplets of blood from his nose, and several brown hairs from his mouth.

Then he stood stark frozen and stared at her with mean blue eyes, his lips curled back and teeth contrasting his deep blue face. Tiberius fanned both ears full forward, and bristled. So, thats what the tail belonged to. Of course he'd known it all along, it was obviously a wolf tail, but some part of the male refused to believe what he knew. For now though he just stood there, surveying her. Watching holes through her, if he could have.

You know, she just about got your whole face.

I'm aware. I'm deciding.