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Candi Que had been around this meadow for awhile now, taking in the scents and beautiful views of the flowers and the valleys. She was glowing a blue-ish color at the moment, as her silver eyes glowed their silver color. She strolled around, looking for anything interesting. Not seeing anything for awhile, she just laid down and sprawled out in the grasses and flowers. Her fur ruffled but she didn't care. She now wanted someone to talk to, chat with.. hopefully someone would come by. Someone interesting as she was a bit curious at who would come by, making a stalker? Hm? Oh, no..

She glanced around, not scenting anything except the flowers and the musky scent of the grass. She growled in annoyance as she scent stuck in her nose, but she was too lazy to do anything at the moment. But she didn't care too much to get up. She sighed, enjoying the light breeze that flowed through her silver fur. The wind hissed at her as she poked at it with her two front paws. She sniffed at the wind, scenting something coming near. Maybe whatever it is, was friendly.. or maybe not. Maybe.

[arCADE.]

It was a rare occurrence that the off-black and cream feet would tread far from the lands from where they lay rest. The reasoning for today had been simple, however, as the need for some sort of nourishment was needed. Though it was no longer winter, the coldness in the Cerrac lands was still enough to keep most animals away. This chilly Spring day had been no different, and though it was not as safe, this shewolf had known that the existence of the pack members could vanish if they were attacked. There could be no weaknesss from the lack of food, and being the huntress of the land, it was her duty to try and supply something.

Her movement through the grass was silent, quick; she did not want to risk being out in the lands longer than she had to. Though Jager had dispersed awhile back, it did not mean that all of it’s wolves had, and they were certainly a lot less kind toward the Cerracians. Of course, it was only rumors that Bella had been the one to kill of the opposing king; although it seemed believable, Rint didn’t think her leader would have without a good reason. From what knowledge had been out, there wasn’t a clear motive for an assassin; regardless of the small feud the packs once had. With the flick of an ear, the thoughts were tossed, and the hunt really began.

The target for this morning had been a small orinn, munching so innocently on some newborn grass. Though it would not be enough for the pack, it could satisfy her hunger so she could at least get something more approving for Bella. Had there been others in the pack that were well hunters, she would have requested some assistance so they could bring down something worthwhile. However, it appeared the majority of the pack was meant for strength and brutality; not this quick and intelligent style. She was particular about how things got done, and so often did this type of thing on her own. The rest of them would just have to survive off these little meals until better wolves were available.

Body down, she crept slowly forward until she was practically on top of her prey. Without much effort, she lurched forward, gripping it quickly in her jaws. It squealed for only a second, but the life was squeezed out of it’s veins much too soon for any sort of real yelp. Hanging limply, she grinned, content with herself. Her glory was not for long, as a glow in the corner of her eye captured her normally focused attention. Turning, she noticed a wolf lying in the grass not too far from her placement. How had she gone unnoticed up until now? Rint’s nose was above average in every way, but it appeared she was out of practice.

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[Meesh]

The orange and black female winged through the trees, following the scent of her Cerrac pack mate through the air. It was admittedly harder to do this while flying, but Spotty couldn't resist such a fun challenge. And dodging the trees sure was...fun. The scent managed to evade her around the flowery meadows, however, and Spottedblaze soon landed, shaking off her fur. Darn it. But ah well. The fea had been promoted to predator only today, and starting off her new job should be a successful hunt.

She lifted her head, scenting the breeze. Different animal scents came through to her, but one in particular caught her fancy. Catek. A flying Predator's favorite. Dropping her wings in a steep dive, the wolf snatched the squirrel-thing in her jaws, wings snapping upward at the last moment as she made the killing bite. Spotty slowly winged upward, now-dead prey in jaws. This would make a good snack. Now to continue tracking her packmate. Catching the scent once again, the wolf began slowly flying towards the others

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Candi was staring at the clouds silently, 'Oh! That one looks like a Orinn!' Oh, that actually was a Orinn! She had heard a rustle in the grass before, thinking it was just the plain wind. But she was wrong, she had actually heard a Orinn. How dare she forget, Stupid Candi.. She had also heard something else come out from what she had thought was nothing. She growled at her hearing, soon feeling something rush past her. 'That Orinn..' She thought, shaking her head. Something else would get it, not her. She had already caught another scent in the air, knowing it was another wolf.. just not like her.

She got up from where she was sprawled out in the grass, growling to show that she was here. She looked around once more, knowing something else was around here. "Hello... Anyone?" She heard a squeal, knowing that the Orinn was caught. She had heard a whoosh and smelt more blood spilled a few moments ago. This was frightening for her. 'Were they gonna come and get her from being on their territory or something? Maybe..' She shook vigorously, trying to get the thought out of her head. 'Of course they would not come and get her, nonsense.' Candi Que simply laid back down, not scared that much anymore.

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From the not-so-far-from-the-other-wolf position, the female heard a threatening growl. Instinctively, the mostly cream wolf dropped to the floor, the orrin still hanging limply within the hunter’s mouth. With bi-colored eyes, the winged wolf stared through the really short brush that was now being used as camouflage. Squinting, a threatening aura began to flow out of her veins. If this wolf was unfriendly, then Rint would also have to be unfriendly; especially because there had been a meal now involved. This meal was special, this was what would be eaten for enough nourishment to get an even larger meal; one that would actually satisfy the craving members. No way would it be given up to some loner.

When the unknown wolf spoke, there was no answer given. Though not normally an aggressive wolf, this huntress was far from a friendly one. If this much brighter wolf had certain information about her, then there would be less of a problem- -say, information that told the hunter they were of the same pack. Untrusting and stubborn, she felt there had to be something at least in it for her; especially since this mutt had growled to begin with. Did this loner think that the meal was hers? Twin tails began to dance around one another, the focus in the eyes unbroken as they didn’t stop their felinistic stare.

Suddenly, the beating of wings broke the attention of the concentrated wolf; that, and the now very familiar scent of her homeland. The ears lifted, head shifting entirely to look to the direction the sound (and scent) had been coming from. As far as she had known, there were only two wolves in the pack that possessed wings; and the other one would not be able to travel so close to the ground due to the large expanse of the plumage. So, somebody had been living in Cerrac without Rint’s knowhow, and for some reason, that was extremely bothersome. Especially since it was someone who was traveling down the same route she was. Perhaps following her?

Very irrationally irritated, the small wolf leapt from her position in the grass. Though once facing the loner, her body was now entirely turned, pulling some sort of acrobatic movement to be able to jump so awkwardly. Even as a youth, she was trained to be stealthy, quick, and silent. The wolf that had now been approaching appeared to be everything that she was not, and, seeing how this other was Cerrac blood, she assumed a higher role to tell whoever was flying this way that they needed to hush up. They were, after all, outside of their safe haven, and if they had been caught off-guard by a loner-or, god forbid another pack mate who was angry with them-they could be very easily put into danger. Bella would not like that, regardless of who it was that had been injured.

Her feet did not travel far before they fell softly to the ground, planting themselves in a very dominant yet subtle position. Dropping her catch to the floor, she lowered her head, as if signaling the wolf coming toward her to fold up her orange wings. Still, her tails danced around one another, playing as they stuck to their side. In a very quickened and hushed voice, she commanded to the other. “Be quiet!” That was it. Not feeling the need to explain the reasons for such a rude action, she dipped back down, gripping the dead prey. Once it was placed again within her mouth, she turned her head to look into the direction of the little clearing where the blue and purple one lay. There was no longer a hostile frame, but instead she comfortably relaxed in the grass again. Still, it didn’t hurt to be safe...

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[Meesh]

The words pierced her ears, quick and sharp. Be Quiet. Of course. They weren't in safe territory right now. Even a pup new better than to go bumbling about in potentially dangerous lands, and yet Spotty had forgotten.

Her eyes scanned the area, searching for the source of the warning. There- another wolf of Cerrac scent, the scent Spotty had been following. Cream fur, with odd multicolored markings. Yes, that was the one she had heard about, the other huntress.The role and the scent of the other female was all Spotty new, however. Either way, she had little doubt as to who was the dominant in the situation.

Her wings quickly folded to her sides, and she landed the few feet to the ground with a barely audible thump only those standing right next to her would even hear. Ears pricked- with such an urgent warning, danger could be anywhere- the orange furred wolf crept slowly to the side of her packmate. She knew better than to speak first, at this point, so she gave a barely noticeable twitch of her tail in greeting, dipping her head in respect before scenting the air, wondering what it was that had the other wolf so nervous.

After a moment, the scent of a lone female filled her lungs. Spotty frowned. Just one female- hardly a threat, was it? She cast her gaze about- was the wind working against her? But no matter how much she tried, the scent of the Catek in her jaws and the dead orinn by the other wolf overpowered any other possible scent. As far as Spotty knew, except for the lone female, they were alone