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Two packs... No, three - three packs were in this general area that she had determined. Only one was any kind of familiar to her, while the other two were... well, useless to her as far as the was concerned for now. At least until she learned who they were. Until she would learn what they were about. For now, she'd circle around @Stjörnuáti's mountain every so often without a real pattern to her visits.

For no good reason other than to remind him and @Bartel that she was watching. That she was around. Was it a threat? Perhaps a little. She had no good reason for such other than the annoyance she had been previously a part of when the mountain wolves and their inhabitants in regards to that fucking mute of theirs.

Which, hilariously enough, and Hothieriel had laughed about on multiple occasions while picking through the scents that called that mountain home - none of which were still a part of the pack anyway. A bunch of good for nothings speaking up against someone who had more intention of sticking around without any loyalties tied when they pledged themselves to the pack.

How deliciously ironic. Not as delicious as this mountain goat ewe she managed to snag after it tripped running down the mountain when spooked by the dragonness. Blood stained her maw and coat as she picked through the richest organs. Trying to make quick work of it before any idiot would come by and try to take her kill away. Such was life as a loner after all... and the chaos of it was blissful to the fiery woman.

She would have it no other way.

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She had spent a few days in this unknown place that she ended up at. As far as she was concerned she considered herself dead. Maybe this was the mercy of the Gods, sending her to heaven.. Or if she wasn't dead, because wouldn't it be painless?- Whatever it is that came after death?

Her thoughts were interrupted as she entered the vast expanse and the strain on her muscles as she climbed up a boulder caused her to wince. Dual coloured eyes shut for a moment and her movement halted. The deep breath and heavy exhale gave her a sharp pain in the ribs as if someone punched her. It irritated her that she had to take it easy for awhile.

As she was getting ready to get down from where she climbed her ears perked and her nose twitched with the familiar and alluring smell of blood. She could almost feel the metallic taste on her dark lips. Tongue slipped out of her jaws and went over her muzzle as she made her way down and towards the source of the smell. A little further down and she could see the silhouette of the culprit and someone already face deep into the soft tissue. Ears reclined backwards and she halted a few meters away, trying to avoid a fight because she was in no condition for confrontation. Lips pressed in a thin line as she watched, a silent observer.

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Through the squelching of flesh and the crunch of bone, Hothieriel was making quick work of the corpse. Licking her lips as he raised her head to watch the landscape quickly before diving back in... only once did she stop. Her nose catching the scent of someone on the breeze.

She froze, ears drawn forward with the twitching black digit picking out the scent to hone in on the presence... they were getting closer, and soon enough she spotted them a little ways away. Ears pressed back, no sign of aggression or challenge... and yet, Hothie wasn't the type to just offer food to any scumbag who wandered in with a grumble in their belly.

In a snap she snarled. Placing a heavy paw on the carcass beneath her, sliding only ever so slightly until nails dug into the flesh to hold her position. The other woman looked huge. “You're probably the biggest bitch I've ever seen.” She growled, almost, no, very much impressed with this woman's physique - but that wouldn't calm the thunder that roared in her chest. Hothie had fought big men before, this would be no different.

The lady of fire was all about feminism after all; the toxic kind. Equality was equality.

“You can pick at the bones if there's any left.” In other words, don't come near. All Hothie needed was a big flashy banner saying "unfriendly" right above her head.

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If she ever expected anything (not that she did) from this encounter, it definitely wasn't this. The warm coloured female stood before her with a strong presence and an almost terrifying growl. Almost.

The comment the smaller female made was met with a raised eyebrow and with an unamused huff. She didn't even want to argue with someone who's half the size of her who she could K.O with her pinkie. She was definitely mistaken there though.

Règne was debating on leaving when the female's next words made her blood boil. You think I'd take your leftovers? Her voice deep with baritone and a growl.
I'm not here for that pathetic goat. She clarified with a hiss as she moved to the side and considered her options for a route that would be meaningful and rewarding. She could catch her own pray and eat it all on her own. And it's so much better that all of that happened in her head, because she would've sounded like a spoiled brat and she was far from that. She fought for everything she wanted. And in the end it wasn't enough. Her short tail flicked to the side with agitation and instead of a direction, she looked for a place to sit and take a break. She won't heal fast enough if she pushed herself like a moron.

Just eat your fill and ignore my presence. I'll be on my way soon enough. She said remembering the company she had, no matter if it was unwanted or not. Just a bit of a stop and she'll go and find a quieter place for herself.

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I'm not here for that pathetic goat. The tall woman said. It not only intrigued the lady of fire, but also irritated her as wrinkles formed on her snout. Stepping off of her fleshy throne and taking a few steps closer to the woman who was more or less just resting. Hothieriel wasn't one to be kind and let someone rest around her, not for no reason after all. Everyone wanted something. And she'd be damned to let some bitch use her like that.

“Then why the fuck are you here?” Lips rose ever so slightly letting the sun glint off of a single exposed tooth. Even with the size difference Hothie tilted her head and up and back, letting those frosty eyes glare down the barrel of her snout. One day she will learn not to antagonize a resting individual - but today was just not that day.

“Go lick your wounds elsewhere.” Hackles rose and quivered on her back like porcupine quills. She'd be damned to let her guard down just because this one feigned fatigue only to be caught with her panties down at her ankles so to speak with her face deep into the carcass. Even with the snarl upon her face, she couldn't help but grin. This shit was so much fun. It's why she could never just let a sleeping dog rest - not when the thrill of poking it was much more interesting, especially if she could get away with it.

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Maybe I should go west, see what's there, find more information. She thought to herself and looked around. Maybe-- Her thought process was cut off from risen lips and growly tone.

Then why the fuck are you here?

Oh, this little flower was begging to get smashed. Shoulders rolled and she twisted her head around snapping her jaws in thin air, lower tooth sticking out. Eyes shimmering from the sun and lips risen, mirroring the other woman. Deep baritones vibrating. "If I knew, I wouldn't be looking for information. She snapped, her body twisting along with her head, hackles rising as her body could easily look twice as large.

Her eyes slid over the warm coloured female's body. The guts and the glory she had were amusing. Even though she was so annoying right now, Règ, in more normal circumstances, would've wanted to know the female. She didn't want a brawl, she didn't have the energy or desire for it. She rolled her shoulders again and slowly began to lower her hackles, lips pulled in a grin and eyes locked on the warm princess' ones. "If you don't want company, I'll go. I wouldn't want your pretty face to get all wrinkly. She puffed in her face and turned around, one ear slightly turned so she could hear her better if she decided to speak.

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Fuck she was big - but Hothie didn't flinch. Those eyes just roamed the musculature of the female, but not an ounce of fear glittered through that stern stare of hers. It was only a sweeter victory when they were massive after all. Even with the perfume of her heat did some males, of all bone headed things, turned away with just spicy Hothie had proven to be over and over again.

I mean. It hadn't failed her yet, so why change? Most found women like her too much trouble to even bother, which meant she could wander around peacefully and just throw her temper around when necessary. But this bitch didn't back down and waddle away - as she whirled around Hothie snapped at the air between them. Not stepping further to close the gap between them, but making damn certain the other woman knew she meant business. Her bite was just as bad as her bark after all.

Hothieriel was a fire through and through. Alluring, and fully capable of burning. She'd roar in a blaze and singe all ignorant enough to her blaze. “Everyone looks for info here, I know fuck all babe.” She spat back. This was a confusing place through and through. Massive felines with stripes that were all just riddles. Shifting lands overnight. Wolves falling from the freaking skies!

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The little spitfire that was putting up a fight and standing her ground turned out to be much more fun and relaxation for the woman, than she thought it would be. With her back facing the other female, her dual coloured gaze found it hard to settle on a direction and pick. Tail swayed gently as she took a step forward and then another one, until she halted by the other's words.

She turned to look over her shoulder with a charming grin, her eyes dancing over the other woman. "I see. So you're the all knowing here?" She missed, eyebrows slightly up. She took the time that took the petite doll to catch and register her words, to turn around and aim to close the distance and come all up in her face. Their breaths mixing as she spoke. "Then by all means, oh all knowing one, tell me.. What the fuck is this place? She almost hissed as she took advantage of the closeness. If circumstances were different, maybe she'd go for the kiss. She grinned at that idea and pulled back with a few steps head held high, eyes never leaving hers.

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Finally the other stood up and faced her. A toothy, sly grin found its way to the fiery woman's maw as she watched every muscle ripple under that coat of hers. Danger, every fibre of her being screamed this was unwise and yet all the same it lit a flame within her. She was excited. Fed, healthy, and not a push over - she was overly confident while staring up at this behemoth of a woman.

She thought she was clever (and maybe she was, Hoth is just so full of herself), and the question made the lady of fire cackle. Ivories glistened in the fading sunlight of the sunset while crows who gathered waiting for their own turn to pick at the leftovers flew around them, fleeing the boisterous laugh. “Bitch I told you.” She took her own steps forward, daring for teeth to clash as their noses would touch and chest should the other not back away at the blatant disrespect that was Hothieriel. “I. Know. Fuck. All. Babe.” Finally she licked the blood around her muzzle. Clearing the red stain on her cream coloured lips just wondering how far they would both go before blood was shed between predators while fallen prey would be the backdrop.

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Apparently the snapping of jaws and the clashing of breaths weren't enough for the warm toned bitch to bite her tongue and shut up. I mean, she tried to be nice, didn't she? She gave her a chance. If this was happening in her home this doll would already be torn up. She's been... what? A few days without the influence of her father and people and she was already this patient. Damn. She watched her for a long second as she came even closer, chests and noses brushing. Size difference evident by the closeness of their bodies. Regne's breathing was slow and calm, dual colored eyes dove deep in blue pools. Time seemed to stop for a mere second before Reg's ears shifted and her jaws opened, teeth glistened in the setting sun's light, head twisted to the side and her jaws were aimed at the side of Hoth's neck, as her body attempted to further close the distance. Her intention was to pin and avoid hurting the female.

The glow in her eyes was different, her muscles tensed beneath her skin and she could feel the adrenaline pump through her veins. She wasn't going to hurt this female, she didn't want to.. Right? It almost felt like her father was pulling the strings, controlling her, pushing her to do things she wouldn't normally do. She hurt so much, killed even more.. Was this really what she wanted to be? A killer? A murderer? Realization hit her like a bull and the "mist" that was clouding her judgement disappeared. She blinked and tried to refocus her vision, suddenly fear gripped her as she remember who she launched at. "Please, please be okay."

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Hothieriel wasn't one to back down. Especially when she was the one antagonizing the other. Height, weight, sex, age, health status all didn't matter to her as a challenge was a challenge. If they couldn't come to toe to toe with the great fire spitting shrew, then they should cower and hope she didn't set her crosshairs on them.

This bitch should certainly know not to approach an eating loner on a fresh kill. The laws of the neutral lands, how few there were - was that it was kill or be killed. Eat or starve. Eat what you can, as fast as you can and defend it if you must - or starve.

Both satisfied and pissed off about getting pinned, she growled something viscous. Squealing with eyes wide and mad trying to bite at the woman who pinned her, legs and arms flailing while using claws and all at her disposal to retaliate. The moment the grip of the other would loosen, Hothie would wriggle free and aim her own bite at the underside of the taller woman's throat. Where the jawline connected to her neck.

Even if Hothie might be smaller, it meant nothing to her. She'd rather die here and now than get pinned in front of her own food for fucksakes.

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