Swift
Huntress;;Crush:Ha,that's cute;;Tagged-Zion,Lukus
Without missing a beat,the russet she wolf was up on her paws and bounding after the silvery fur of the fighter,cream paws soon becoming stained brown from the fresh soil. Her pace soon evened out,and after a bit more running,the fighter came into view,standing at the edge of the border. Slowing to a walk,Swift wrinkled her nose at the unfamiliar scent. Though slightly old,it was still easy to pick out from the pack's scent marks,and the usually smell of the forest. Glancing to the side,she waited for Lukus to speak.







