mira

Mira remained close inconspicuously next to Tetradore but along the sidelines, her presence there but not overtly in anyone's face but close to the shadows blissfully kissed her glossy inky black form. This was first pack-like event she had encountered since joining the Nightshade pack. But she felt comfortable, content by Tetradore's side. She let her tail brush against him before she felt the gentle sweep of his dexterous black tail in a silent flirtatious display. The she wolf didn't think anyone was aware of that seemingly innocent gesture, even if their eyes locked briefly and a mischievous glint danced within her golden gaze. Perhaps if they were alone she would have toyed with him further but not in front of the pack, she was far more discreet than that.

She felt the tug of a voice that traveled down the pack bond. It was from Tobias, his words rattled clearly within her head. Confusion sparked within her. What the hell did that even mean? Sitting in a tree? There were hardly any trees in this industrial warehouse district. Instead of trying to make sense of the question she turned her head to catch a glimpse of the spotted cat, peering toward him from over Tetradore's back with a side glance, responding to him and him alone. An expression lingered within her ochre-hued eyes, a cross between amusement and utter confusion. "Only sometimes, I am quite good at sitting in trees.." How a wolf even climbed trees in the first place was a peculiar thought to consider in itself. She did not divulge more, letting those words to simmer in his mind. That was when Raven strode up from the tigress, returning to the side of her spotted leopard, pressing into him, teasing him in what seemed like a loving fashion before licking his face wet. Mira nearly barked in a fit of laughter. Her ebon lips seemed to curl slightly into what seemed like a smile, well as much as a wolf could smile. "I would like to see that.." She reached for Raven's mind, uttering those words.

This meeting seemed tense, if it were not for the happiness of Raven of the strange dark tiger's presence it would have felt even more on the cusp of tension. Mira stayed where she was, a shadowy backdrop, feeling the caress of the lava licking just beneath the surface of her skin, in a way she-wolf found comforting. She was entirely minding her own business when she received that glare from the tigress upon her approach, so much akin to a look a mean girl in high school gave. She could feel the tension grow into some strangely distorted one-sided strange catty dislike by Mira's mere existence. She felt the heat of that lava churn like a living entity within her and yet she remained seated and unphased. But she did not let her guard down. Thankfully, that tension was fleeting because, in true feline fashion, the tiger's fickle attention shifted to the movement of another that joined the group. A black panther named Henry.

Mira recognized his scent but never crossed paths with him, she was very much a shadow, practicing control over her own volatile abilities in the privacy of a cove, so at the very least she wouldn't burn a hole through the ship causing it to sink into a watery grave. She turned her dainty wolfish head to take in the black form and nodded her head in greeting. He seemed awkward, at least she wasn't the only one who felt a little out of sorts.

She could feel that strange bond that tied the pack together, she wasn't entirely familiar how that intricate network of lines seemed to work but she could feel them there. How different things felt here in comparison to her previous pack which felt weak at best, meant only to enforce control.

She could feel each distinct bond that tied to each packmate of the Nightshade pack. She could tell which line led to who, especially now, with everyone in one in eyesight. The tiger stopped before Tetradore, peering at him straight in his emerald eyes before greeting him. He rose to his feet smoothly, he moved toward the strange feline, exchanging scents. His words reaching them all, so they could all hear. Mira watched on curiously, quietly, unsure of the intentions of the strange dark-hued tiger. Mira let her golden gaze sweep across the others once more reading the room, falling upon the fluffy content fox who seemed hardly phased and content with the presence of that imposing figure of the large tigress. Her gaze returned upon the tigress, waiting with a slight inquisitiveness for that answer everyone was waiting for.