I'll love you for a thousand more....

Everything about the city was hectic. It seemed to only die down in the early hours of the morning, after even the drunks had been able wander there way somewhere to pass out. There were very few places that quieted down as the sun went down, one of them was the residential areas, where people fled for the thrill of night life or huddled inside to sleep. It was one of the few places that Scarlett felt comfortable enough to shift in without the threat of hunters. She was still naive to the way the city and its inhabitants worked, and that meant she was not about to take any risks by being attacked. Because she knew if she was attacked, she knew no one to help her, no one to call or run to. It wouldn't be surprising if the city chewed this little country girl up and spit her out.

The creme and brown wolf moved gracefully through the streets, claws clicking on the cement sidewalk. As the days continued on and on, the girl could feel the call of the full moon beginning to pull at her body. It sent waves of energy and magic through her, setting every single nerve off. Once more she would heed the call of the full moon alone, packless and without another were creature to be with. It didn't bug her at all, her status as a loner was a welcome constant at this point. She had long ago adapted to coping without the help of others, she didn't need ranks to tell her what to do or who she could be; not now, not ever.

Scents catch her obsidian nose, causing her gait to slow to a stop. Coyotes, and a lot of them nearby, but that wasn't what caught her attention. Mixed in with all the scents of regular coyote was the scent of a were creature. It was strange, piquing the wolf's curiosity. Normally she would have ignored the pack of animals, they held no interest as they held no intellect, the only thing they thought of was sex, food, and shelter. Why was a were creature hanging around with them? And so she turned and headed towards the sound of falling trash cans and squabbling.

The wolf was one of the top predators and Scarlett showed it by being able to slip past the other predators without their detection, emerald eyes and nose going to work until they landed upon the were creature. For a moment she watches, seeing the way the female were coyote leads the pack, her presence demanding respect among the other tiny canines. It was amusing but also confusing to the larger canine. Why would the were creature be apart of this pack of regular coyotes? She clearly had been with them for a while. In order to figure it out for herself, Scarlett moved closer, coming up behind the small canine.

The small coyote was distracted by a trashcan she had just tipped over, and so when she finally heard the wolf come up behind her, she lashed out. Scarlett recoiled back slightly to avoid any fangs that may be coming her way, the snarls totally uncalled for. "Whoa there! Calm down, i'm not going to hurt you," Scarlett says, pulling on the mind link that all were creatures shared. She towered over the tiny coyote, and if they had been regular animals, the wolf would have already killed the coyote. Instead, Scarlett's body posture remained neutral and non threatening. If she needed to protect herself she would, but she was not a malicious creature and would not attack for no reason.

A creme and brown crown tilts slightly in curiosity, emerald eyes scanning at the canines running rampant all around. "Why are you hanging around these regular coyotes? I mean I guess I can understand having a fondness for your variation of our kind, but they aren't....welll....smart or good company," Scarlett says, turning her attention to the were coyote before her. Her eye brows had furrowed slightly in concern for this girl's choices. Never had Scarlett had the desire to run with a wild pack of wolves. She loved wolves, they were her favorite animals understandably, but she liked the company of beings capable of complex thought and emotions.

It was then that a larger male coyote saw the wolf, his snarls getting her attention as he came charging towards her. She snarled a warning for him to stop, but he didn't. He lunged at her and so Scarlett brought up a massive paw and smacked it down on his head, forcing his head down to the concrete group. He let out a yelp as she kept him pinned for a moment before releasing him. Naturally, he went into retreat and allowed Scarlett to tone her aggression down. Unfortunately, his little show had gotten the attention of the rest of the pack, and some had come to investigate. A brown and creme tail arched over her back, her posture standing large. It was a warning to them that if they came after her she would use teeth next time, not just a simple warning of paw. Fortunately for her, they were too stupid to realize the advantage they had in numbers, and so they stayed away.

Emerald eyes locked onto the were coyote again as some of the coyotes were too hungry to care about the wolf any longer and went back to scavenging. "You need to teach your friends some manners," she says, but there isn't any hate in her words, rather humor as her tail begins to wag in a friendly manner, trying to coax the coyote into being more friendly as well. "My name's Scarlett, whats yours?" she asks, completely unaware of just what she was getting herself into.

Scarlett Trivale

Werewolf X 19 years X Wolf Reference