Kilandra

The slender shape of a female wolf slipped between the tall stalks of grass, until she reached a large cluster of boulders. In one lithe movement the lept up onto the smooth surface of the stone. Her black splashed silver fur caught the sun, giving her fur a soft sheen. From the top of the rocks she could see for a far distance around her, which pleased her. She never liked being surprised. Her unusual sea green eyes flicked here and there, her ears following suit. Satisfied that she was alone, she lay on the warm rocks for a sun bath.

Bloodbath

The sun was strong this fine day, but autumn had come, announcing the red carpet of winter. Bloodbath hadn’t been through a true winter yet and the cooling air made him uneasy. Instincts told him that the air would just get colder, but he wished that it would not. “Stupid fuckin’ weather” He growled out to the air around him as he moved along the banks of a river. Looking down, he watched the reflection of him follow along in the running river, then he paused and stared at it. Soon his lips curled back, flashing his teeth to himself before lunging a bite at the water.

Liquid crystals exploded as his face collided with the cool running water, sending up a fray of sparkles that fell randomly onto his head and into the water. “Dirty bastard” He cursed himself before freezing. The was a scent, a female: Was she watching him? He chuckled at himself as he lifted his head and looked around; catching the sight of a female sun bathing upon a distant rock. “She probably can’t even see you ol’ Bloodbath boy.” He chuckled to himself.

Turning his head, he was about to leave, but thoughts curouded into his little mind and the blood red weimeraner turned around. Deep blue eyes looked at her once more and then he shook himself. “Damn it all to hell.” And with that he trotted toward the female, waiting until he was within fifteen feet of her and then calling out. “Hey there beautiful, what are you doing all alone when you could have a macho hunter like me” He puffed up his chest and looked to the side, smiling intensely to show off. All the while his mind was screaming Don’t fuck up you old fart bag - how self confident.

Kilandra

She heared a voice rise up to her from the grass, and from her perch could see the one who spoke to her. Those were big words for a dog speaking to a wolf. but she never had a problem with dogs, unlike most wolves. She tood up, streching her legs and back in a graceful arch, her muscles rippling benieth her thick coat. She enjoyed compliment, even though she recieved them rarely, and grinned at him.

"Why thank you, strong hunter. I am all alone here, because I have no one to run at my side."

She couldn't help but chuckle to herself when he puffed up his chest. She alway thought it kinda sweet when males tried to show off.

"My name is Kilandra, and what would yours be, hunter?"