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Bright amber eyes peered curiously over the still, slightly silver surface of the pond, pink tongue flashing brightly in the sunlight. It seemed to Sanity, as she watched herself pant a small ripple of air onto the cool water, that she had been in a similar place not-so-long ago, watching herself in a pool of water. Curious, she thought, snapping lazily at a passing dragonfly, that water always seemed to call to her when she was in a thoughtful sort of mood. It had been well over a year since her beloved brother had disappeared over the face of the earth. Her sibling, her
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packmate...the only true friend she had had during those troubled times. But the thought of Sabor did not bring back the old hurts, as it used to. Just a sensation of...nothing. Nada. Zip, zadda, no deal. Her heart and soul had mended seemlessly, swallowing the hole that had been a part of her life ever since Blizzard...
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Ahhh....
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There was some pain now, a brief flash of pain that made the young she-wolf blink rapidly in a dazed fashion. Her eyes opened quickly, suddenly afraid to pry deeper into her own mind. Memories of Sabor hurt no longer, but Blizzard was fresh, larger than life and twice as ugly. She stood and shook her head, banishing all thoughts from her mind. The sun was warm on her back and the breeze refreshing. It felt good to stand, to breathe, maybe to even run and yip and act like a pup again. Her life was hers, hers, hers and no one would take that freedom from her.
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Sanity trotted a ways away from the lake, velvet nose wrinkling, trying to catch scent from rabbit or squirrel...something, something tasty hopefully. Her belly growled approvingly with this new train of thought. The woods were not too far off, and even though Sanity had been in the mood for fish, her mind was relieved to be leaving the sight of so much water. It lead to dangerous thinking, and she wasn't quite ready to tear open freshly sealed wounds just yet. Her head swung from side to side in a lazy fashion, eyes bright and alert, vivid in the sun. Her mouth parted gently, showing two rows of gleaming teeth. With a quick jerk to the right, her nose caught a fresh trail, not a minute old. Muscles sprang into action, hauling some major butt as she twirled away from where she had been headed and towards the promise of some nice tasy rabbit. <font color="#59a0b8"><b></b><font color="#5a6d73">

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<small> HIE <3 </small></div><br>

The sound of flesh tearing was unmistakable, as was the scent of a freshly caught kill. There was little blood, for rabbits hardly bleed when one skins them properly, which was what Ayasha was doing at that very moment. One paw rested on the lean, skinless haunch of the dead rabbit, muscle gleaming in the light. The skin was turned inside out, and the wolfess ripped at it with her teeth until it tore, ripping off at the rabbit’s neck. It was only then that the huntress raised her head, ears and nose twitching as she picked up the scent and sound of another wolf approaching.
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Ayasha stayed nicely conditioned these days; there was enough food here to stay well-fed, but she got enough exercise roaming the packlands and chasing down her meals that she didn’t grow fat on all the good eating. It was the perfect arrangement; whenever she felt the pinch of hunger in her belly, the cinnamon-and-cream she-wolf would snag a rabbit or a fish from one of the many fields, ponds, lakes, or streams around Yamamori.
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But she was still wary, left over instinct from her years packless, and she bristled slightly at the sound of another wolf approaching. However, Ayasha simply shook herself and stood over the kill until she got a better smell. Pack female. But the scent was unfamiliar; a female she had yet to meet. Would this wolf demand her kill for herself? Not liking that idea, she began to entertain thoughts of booking it out of there with her catch. That seemed like such a good idea that she picked the skinned corpse up in her maw and turned as if to flee. She was hungry, dammit, she’d killed with the intention of eating, not seeing someone else eat it for her.


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Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit, rabbit-
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The thought chanted through the young she-wolf's head like mantra, making her all animal, narrowing her pupils to slits of blackness, peeling her lips away from her teeth, showing off a gleaming row of pearly whites. The muscles in her legs tightened and loosened, tightened and loosened, carrying her farther and farther away from the water...closer and closer to the scent of a fresk kill-
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Wait...
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The scent of a fresh kill? As in, something that had already been killed...by someone else...?
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Sanity slowed down quickly, heart pumping rapidly in her small chest. Her pink tongue made an appearance, slipping from the side of her mouth to hang wetly in the sunlight. Her white-furred belly cringed into itself, raminding her for a second that she was hungry, hungry, HUNGRY...
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The young she-wolf stopped, sitting back on her haunches, filling her velvet nose with the scent of the air around her. Small creatures, mice and the such...a great horned owl was perched cautiously in a nearby tree, round yellow eyes following the predator's every movement...something more familiar, yet just as unfamiliar. A pack wolf, a female...one she had never met before. Her hackles rose, each guard hair standing out individually on her neck and back. Strange was bad, not good, not at all
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-and her every instinct screamed at her to turn, to run, to blend in with the shadows of the trees.
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But she stilled herself, willed herself up to a confrontation of sorts...she wanted to walk up to this familiar-unfamiliar wolf, maybe speak with her. Or even watch from a distance, if being close proved too difficult.
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Nerved up to the moment, the young she-wolf trotted towards the wolf/rabbit scent, eyes bright and piercing. And there the wolf stood, rabbit in its tightly closed jaws, eyes narrowed to small slits. And by the way the wolf's body was poised, she looked as if she were ready to bolt the second Sanity proved to be threatening.
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<font color="#59a0b8"><b>"Hey..."</b><font color="#5a6d73"> She kept her body purposefully relaxed, tail hanging softly at half-mast. No reason to spook somebody that she just wanted to talk to. The smell of blood mingled enticingly through her nostrils, cramping her belly, making her tongue swell with saliva. She shook her furry head and grinned a wolf's grin, pleasant and open. <font color="#59a0b8"><b>"I don't think we've ever met...I'm Sanity."</b><font color="#5a6d73">

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<small> OOC: D'aw, of course x3 Sorry I took so long, I didn't realize you had replied x.O; *idiot* </small></div><br><br><br>

Ayasha stood poised, every muscle tensed and every nerve ending tingling should this confrontation take a turn for the worst. She may not have been the strongest wolf, but she could outrun most, if not all of the pack members she’d met thus far! Instinct told her to run, but the she-wolf tamped it down. Her catch was clutched securely in her jaws, dangling from her maw like some grotesque parody of a pup. A fly landed on the rabbit’s hind leg, then took off to buzz annoyingly around her muzzle. The huntress resisted the urge to drop the rabbit and snap at the irritating insect, instead keeping her dark cinnamon gaze on the other female.
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Forcing herself to stand her ground as the other approached, Ayasha tightened her grip on her prey, the flesh bruised from the marks left by her long fangs. She eyed the she-wolf as she approached, caution burning along every fiber. She resisted the urge to take a step back, then appeared at a loss when the other spoke. Reluctantly, the cinnamon-and-cream wolfess set down her kill. “Sanity. I am Ayasha.” Her tone was hard to read, a mixture of caution and suspicion. She paused, however, to get a better smell for the other female. The scent of hunger was on her, and for a moment, she seemed to be debating something.
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Finally, the huntress lowered her head, keeping her gaze on the other female as she nudged the rabbit closer. It pained her to give up her hard-won kill; she’d had to teach herself to hunt, and wasn’t used to sharing with anything but the flies and the crows. But she was a pack hunter now, and her job was hunting for the pack as well as herself. She would have to learn to share. “Are you hungry?” She didn’t have to ask; she already knew, but she figured it was enough to break the tension somewhat. “You can have it; I’ll catch another for myself.”


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Ayasha...
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What an interesting name, Sanity admired amid her mind's normal rambling train of thought. The she-wolf was pretty, an intriguing mixture of tan and cream fur, overtop lithe muscle, sturdy legs. She looked well-fed and in her prime, a sleek predator shining with health and vigor. The tone of the other wolf's dialect, however, was hesitant; wary. The young she-wolf knew the sound well...had she not been speaking the same language again and again while she was living with
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the other pack? Ayasha's offer surprised Sanity out of her musing, presenting a beautifully skinned, if slighty dusty, rabbit. Its toned muscles winked pinkly once the skin was shed from it. Saliva dripped thickly from between Sanity's lips as her nose caught that deliciously sweet bloody scent again...the scent of a fresh kill, that smell that drove her wild. But even as her belly cried to lunge forward, to swallow that first, guiltless mouthful of meat, her mind would not let her. She could not take from someone, as much as everyone had taken from her. Sanity backed away, one stiff-legged step after another, amber eyes wide. Her heart was filled with gratitude over her new pack's love for one another, but her mind had been wrenched back in the past, back with Blizzard and Sabor...back when the pups had barely survived the bitter winter weather.
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Sanity raised her small head, rounded ears perked high atop her skull. To distract herself, she looked the other she-wolf over thoroughly, eyes keen with curiousity.
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<font color="#59a0b8"><b>"So what brought you to Yamamori?"</b><font color="#5a6d73">

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^.^...I do that a lot, too *doink*
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