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[ AW ] An Opportunity
#1

Winter would soon end.

Well, that's what she told herself. The snows seemed endless, drifing from the dark skies in randomized patterns. It was almost lazy, to watch the snowflakes idly fall to wherever they wanted. Land on whatever they could. Stick like annoying insects in Summer... but at least the insects weren't cold.

Her travels so far had been sort-of successful. Nicharion, a male that was full of potential had agreed to an agreement that would hopefully give her more knowlege of Cyrileth. Spy out the competition she had. Where the prime spots were and who to avoid. It made her giddy, anticipation rolled within her stomach; she was glad to finally have a purpose again. The moral back at Camp seemed higher, now they all had something to do. Now mostly everyone was back Triss' head could not be held higher. It was time for the Outlaws to make their stamp on Cyrileth; whether it wanted them or not.

With confidence in her powerful step, Triss wandered until she found herself in an actual forest this time. Littered with Pines that were doused in a thick blanket of white snow. Birds flickered from branch to small branch, knocking off clumps of snow that idly drifted down to the softer ground below. Ah, the smell of Pine. It always held a Wintery-vibe. Yet almost Spring-like sweet. It was too sweet for Triss, though. How the forest with the red leaves would have been glorious! How it must have smelt before the fire tore everything down. That would have been a prime location for them to move too... but now it was a forbidden graveyard.

But this seemed promising.

Pink-tinted nose to the ground, Triss began to search for scents; of prey... of someone. A trickling sound of water caught her attention; pale eyes rose with her golden head as she found a small creek, frozen over. A small smile curled upon her light maw; perfect where water was, prey would follow and in a sheltered forest like this... it was perfect hunting territory. Glancing up to the skies above; Triss felt like howling, wandering whether Tennessee was nearby. But better not. She would wait until they were all re-united to suggest moving... this would be a prime Camp location.

So far, so good.


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#2


He had only just arrived, landscape giving way to lush forest that held endless promise. The trees reached far above him, casting him into the shadows, his ebony pelt revealed only by the light that managed to filter through the leaves. Even in winter, he would come to favor this place, making his decision without seeing much more. It was foolish perhaps. Ears careened forward, the soft sounds of water capturing attention. Water not only quenched his but it would bring his next meal straight to him.

Toes would splay, shoulders rolling to soften the sounds of his trek through the snow. The winter chill nipped at his flesh, unrelenting and unforgiving. Nostrils flared, sucking in the foreign scents of the forest. Someone else lingered, enjoying the forest he intended to call home. There wouldn't be a better time to meet the natives than when his paws first touched the land.

He would attempt to approach unnoticed at first, slinking through the shadows as his lavender hues sought out his ignorant companion. She was pale dame, only a few inches smaller than himself though her curves were no less inviting. No pack scent clung to her, though that didn't mean she had erased her ties. "Hello, darlin." Deep baritones rumbled as he sought to step from the trees, making himself unobstructed.

"Speech."

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#3

Pale eyes wandered, gazed at each dark branch and snow-covered rock. Upwards, behind the creek was a vantage point to look out around the clearing. It would be a perfect central location for them. She wondered if there were any dens... if not, then surely Rohan and Eliza would help build some. After-all trees would only provide so much shelter from the weather.

Her mind had been so consumed by formulating her next plan; that she did not even the dark stranger approach her before the rumbles of his deep voice caused her ears to perk. "Hello, darlin." Violet eyes neutrally scanned over his dark form; then met his darker purple gaze, yet it seemed so vibrant against the hues of his pelt.

"Howdy."

Triss offered the male a small greeting by dipping her skull. But the fact that he greeted her with darlin' for some reason caused alarm bells to ring. Yet this would not be displayed upon her expression, simply a neutral and perhaps welcoming face was all he could see.

She scanned the area around him momentarily, just a very quick glance. It seemed like he was alone; his scent was foreign yet spoke of no others.

"What brings 'ya here?"

Well, one of them had to ask the question at some point. Triss was not the one to sugar-coat things unless the situation called for it. Usually, she was blunt and straight to the point with strangers she did not know. They were not her family and usually wasted her time; yet the males she had encountered in Cyrileth seemed to be different. Sanada offered war, where Nicharion ended up with a deal--of sorts. She wondered where this conversation would lead her.



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Her greeting was friendly enough, her gaze neutral as she assessed him. He didn't wilt under her gaze, meeting her similarly colored gaze with ease. It did not go unnoticed that her gaze strayed behind him, as though expecting someone else to burst into the clearing. Surely his scent betrayed him, he was utterly alone. At least for the moment anyways.

A shrug would lift his shoulders, nonchalant, when she asked what brought him here. "Nothing in particular." It wasn't a false statement, though it was her sweet perfume that had given his aimless wandering some purpose. It was his turn to assess, his amethyst gaze perusing her multicolored figure lazily. She was easy on the eyes, another pretty face. She was interestingly marked, her pelt comprised of white, a rosy gold and a rich russet. "I'm new to the area." As though that were an explanation.

"What about you?" He countered. Ears rotated forward, tipping towards her attentively. The obsidian wolf didn't bother to inch closer, maintaining his distance for the time being. Yet even at a short distance, he couldn't help but wonder what she had to offer him, his thoughts turning salacious.

"Speech."

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