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.
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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