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A young male, maned wolf troted slowly by the side of a mid-aged women. he whatched her as they walked down a path. Her hair was a glossy black that blended with the dark sunkissed skin. White thick patched work scars marked down the left side of her face. Her name was Gataki, she said it ment "kitten", I dont know why she would want to be named that. She told me a story of how she got the name but I fell asleep half way threw. Gataki had come apon me a little over a week ago I was caught in a trap that wouldn't let me out. I didnt know what would of happend to me if she hadnt come along. I lost my parents I dont know where they went and right now I'm happy to fallow where ever shes head.

Gataki glaced down at the young maned wolf he was whatching her with periceing blue eyes the blue spiral on the middle of his forhead always drew her attention. He seamd so young to be on his own that she had to wounder where his parents where. Most likely the person who set the trap had already gotten to his parents. Maned wolfs are rare on themselfs without other humans hunting them. "I surprized that your still following me little one, you know maybe you shouldnt be so trusting" yes, it was true it did amaze her that this one had somehow started a common likeing for her. She looked back up, and down he path she could smell the fresh cleam water they where close. They where headed to the river today to chatch some fresh fish and gather more water supplies.

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Sighing, Kurenai reclined back against the trunk of treee who's branch she was sitting on. The tree was a great oak, and she was perhaps twenty feet up in it, sitting on a branch thicker than two of her put together. Unconciously she lifted one of her hands, nonchalantly brushing some strands of hair out of her face. Oddly, one of her eyes, her right, was silver. The other, partially hidden by long bangs, was a icy blue. Yet, though normal in color this eye was just as odd as the other. The pupil was slitted, like a cat's. She did not like people to see this eye, which is why she had her bangs half covering it. Her hair, coffee brown in color, was loose, the breeze stirring the strands, some of them waving lazily in the air. It was also long, going down past her lower back. The same hand that had just brushed the strands of hair out of her face then lowered, unzipping the loose coffee brown fleece vest that she was wearing. Under the vest was a loose black shirt, with sleeves going to mid upper-arm. The neck on the shirt was high, some of the loose material pooling around her throat. Her loose pants were also black. The flowing fabric rippled lightly as the air brushed it with invisible hands. Looking up as the sky, the streamers of light coming through the leaves making dappled patterns on her light, ivory skin. Sighing once more, she closed her eyes. Over her right eye were two ragged scars, starting just under her eyebrow, cutting across her eyelid and onto her cheek, towards the side of her face. One scar was slightly longer than the other, the scar on the outside. The sunlight dancing on her face, she fell into a light doze, the breeze still teasing strands of her hair, lifting them gently.

From the other side of the great tree, a healthy male wolf perked his ears. He could sense the presence of another. Getting up slowly, green and yellow leaves falling of his spotted coat from where they had gathered as he slept, he swung his head towards the other side of the tree. Glancing upwards to make sure his human was okay, he let out a low whine. Ghosting around to the other side of the tree, feet moving silently over leaves and roots, he saw the being he had sensed. It was a cub, with deep reddish fur, and darker markings. He felt an aura around her, a feeling in the air of discontent. In a kind voice, he softly inquired, "Hello young one, why might you be out here with no one to look after you?"

The cub looked over to the approaching wolf, she backed into a defensive position, and took up a kind of snarl. She had only known a couple wolves, if that in her lifetime. A giant one like this definately wanted to eat her..Right? She growled, and the scruff on the back of her nexk stood erect, leaving prickles of red brown fur at attention.

"What do you want?"
Her eyes fell onto another wolf pup, a bit more... chubby than she. Though she was interested in wolf pups, as they didnt eat other pups that she knew of, she was still cautious, and she stayed close to the tree.

The red pup snarled again, but her eyes lost a smidge of the savage look. She lowered the fur on her scruff, and stared at the adult who had just lowered himself. It looked like he was trying to make himself look less big, less scary. Her eyes glinted with a fear, but it wasnt the fear of being eaten, no, far from it.
She would not get close to anyone. Everyone she had once cared for were gone after promising they'd never leave. Was that all a promise was worth? She growled, and shook her head, not moving from her defensive stance, and keeping her eyes on the big male. She looked at him, and felt care from him, but she didnt care. She wasnt going to let anyone inside. Never again.
"Madea, not like you should truly care." She said, not referring to her nickname that she hated so terribly.

Madea's eyes widened, and she glared and snapped at the thought of humans.
"Tainted meat.. How do you eat it when the humans have had their grubby paws on it?"
She shook her head, and stood straight, no longer believing she needed to protect herself, though, she was very cautious. She stood tall, and kept her eyes down on the wolf. He seemed alot like what she remembered of her father, which angered her, yes. But it also made her feel a slight bit peaceful as well. Her eyes grew a little more friendly, but she quickly guarded them back, with her ears to her head. She looked at him closely. He was odd. He was spotted, and reminded her a bit of the cat that she had met one time.
"What's your name?"

She saw that he had seen her face soften, and she growled.
"Well, mr Snowstorm. I dont like humans." She said, her thoughts recoiling to her pack she had trusted, loved, cared about.
They had slaughtered her pack, her family. Even most of the pups had not made it from their evil clutches. Her heart broke and she growled out of sorrow.
"No human is good.."