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Black claws clenched in anticipation, ripping shallow graves into thin earth as they did. Aquatic eyes illuminated its dark surroundings as they churned in their sockets, moving at a slow, almost sadistic pace from side to side. His structure had only just stalled in its movement, overwhelmed as it was by the full force stench of very animal dominated stretch of land. The man had paused momentarily as intuitive gears silently thrummed to life inside a handsomely defined skull. With little to tell what thoughts had crossed his mind in those few spent seconds, Arkane began his motions once again. Only this time, his previously tall posture had been altered into a lethal, predatory stalk. 

The scent of one thing in particular had caught his attention and with very little sound to give him away the male stepped across the barrier of Redwood giants. The day immediately darkened into dusk it seemed, but his sights instantly adjusted to the dim lighting. Before him the scufflings of a soon-to-be-meal could be detected, and Arkane crouched into a practiced hunting stance. The lithe wolf inched closer and closer to his target. Just as he was about to spring onto the unsuspecting woodland creature, a loud crack! suddenly split the still air. A vehement "Shit!" leapt from the man's snarling lips. His body abruptly jerked around as his fiery sea eyes sought the stealer of his lunch.

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Being in the Redwoods during dusk was quite a feat for the young, white she wolf that weaved between the trunks of the massive trees. The wolf's bright white coat stood out starkly against the darkness within the trees. The tall Redwoods blocked out a lot of light so things looked even darker and the female looked almost as if she was glowing faintly in the dark. Her black and gray legs stalked silently in and out of the grassy area that was fresh with new plant life. The she wolf was deliberately disobeying her mother's orders by being out of the packlands this late in the day but she wasn't worried about coming home to any punishment. She knew her mother was too busy with her sister to notice the absence of a pack member.

The white she wolf had large, lamp like, purple eyes that swung every which way very often, constantly observing her surroundings. Her face was marked with a large black "v" shape that began at the base of her nose and spread over her muzzle. The female definitely had a distinguished look but what was most eye catching about her, were her black ears. Her left ear looked like the average wolf ear does but her right ear was torn straight down the middle. She would often catch her packmates staring at it, secretly wondering if she could still hear out of it. Had they bothered to ask they would know that yes, she could hear out of it just fine and was not handicapped at all by the injury she'd sustained during a fight.

At the memory of her fight with Storm, the she wolf growled subconsciously. She could barely remember a lot of the fight but the feelings of anger and hatred for her opponent were still there. Suddenly the she wolf heard a loud crack that resonated in her ears. What was that? The she wolf's hackles raised in anticipation and she stayed rooted to her spot, being more of a fighter than a flighter. Again her black ears twitched when she caught an accompanying sound of another wolf exclaiming an obscenity before she flattened them completely against her skull. She quickly and quietly made her way towards the obscenity yelling wolf, thinking it was he who had made the loud snap in the first place. The female's purple eyes caught sight of him and she ducked behind a massive redwood, listening hard to hear what his next move would be.