Atriell;Mateless;Bone Pack Territory:
Hmm, Turien must be getting impatient, surely it won't be bad if I just skirt the edge of Bone Pack's domain? He's probably caught quite the prey pile by now! Weird how I couldn't find much... Atriell stopped her inward rambling and stalked in the direction of the infamous Bone Pack's borders, her mind somewhere else as usual. A soft haze carefully shrouded the reaching rays of the sun as it made its debut in the sky, permeating the pale ash of the morning sky with the fervency that flooded Triell's expression. Her brother had been lagging gingerly behind as he surceased every few moments to explore any movement that caught her all-encompassing attention. But the female didn't seem to acknowledge this, for he was already charging through the undergrowth with her rose hued tongue lolled out the side of her jaws. Two rows of glinting alabaster teeth shined a brighter white each time the sun advanced, only to disappear in an audible click of her mouth as it snapped shut. Where had Turry scampered off to anyways? Her eyes were set ablaze from the sunlight as they searched the thickly vegetated copse, only to come to the conclusion that it was she that had scampered off, not him. Atriell couldn't help but release a few nearly soundless giggles as she finished her inside-of-her-head rant, but within the next moment, all signs of humor on her face had dissipated like the stormy gray firmament, now replaced with a golden brilliance that seemed to be particularly vivid on that day. The densely furred cream and white fae reposed squarely on her haunches, unaware of the battling silhouettes that loomed close by. Within an instant of noticing and confusing the shapes to be Turien and Dillinger, she whisked herself to her delicate, adept paws and strode forward quite a few paces. Frozen to the spot, only the brightest of chilly cerulean eyes could be seen from the starkness of her cover. And in a single, fluid motion, she sprang from her hiding place, broke away from the choking blackness, and burst through the ferns in quite the display of a flash of pale gold and snowy white. Her descent was also very graceful, with her charcoal black pawpads making unmarred contact with the emerald sprigs of grass-- right in front of a few of her kind. Yes, she was quite pleased with herself, and that she hadn't managed to screw up her oh-so-glamorous entrance. But there was only one thing that could complete her display, and that was the fervent and bright simper that blossomed on her upturned lips-- not devilish enough to be a smirk, but not quite a full on smile either. Her pelt was set alight as the sun reached the spacious glade, and the pallid nearly white tint of her coat blazed golden, while her white markings were nearly blinding. "Gotcha Turry! Catch any prey?", she queried, but sharply inhaled as she realized it wasn't Turien, but two of the renowned Bone Pack members. "Ahh, sorry! I had no means of intrusion-- honest! I'll be going now..." With that, she hastily started to retreat, glancing swiftly over her shoulder.
pud / demigirl / pan
Shall Frost meet some of the pack members now?)