Happy Dog, Angry Wolf

[Toyoll]

Spring 1018

As she crested the small hill outside Poldora, Nyala didn't so much as glance behind her. She grumbled as she picked her way through the various bits of rock and vegetation to reach the dirt road that led away from her village and wound it's way north.

He gave it away! That prickly little rodent just Gave it away!Might as well give a rat wings and call it a bird! The she-wolf was still seething at the Pack Leader's decision to simply assign a General to Poldora when most have already made their peace. It was a hurried arrangement made in the heat of battle, there simply was no time for the proud Poldorans to fight it out in the traditional way.

Nyala saw this as an opportunity stolen from her and she has grown ever more disgruntled since, even to the point of having seriously injured one of her troops over a petty matter. It had basically come down to this: She had to get away for a while.

[Skittlebug]

Now of course someone like Nyala can't get away from the whole clan without someone taking notice. Kinta, one of the warriors in Nyala's squad, certainly had. Feeling adventurous and a bit defiant today, she's been tailing the wolf, seeing how far she gets before the officer notices her. Far enough and she may have an argument for going with her.

[Toyoll]

It took a long while before Nyala noticed anything as she ranted to herself, she rarely saw clearly when her blood was boiling. Her parents, though proud to have produced such a vivacious daughter, clearly saw a touch of Beleg blood in her, even though the she-wolf had uncompromising loyalty for her native clan.

As Nyala walked the rough dirt road, throwing her hands in the air for the half-dozenth time (no doubt putting on a grand show for her adventurous stalker), the bushes along the path suddenly exploded, surprising the Officer. A large mountain cat stood before her, a young fawn dangling limply from his jaws. He looked at Nyala thoughtfully, flicked his tail which flashed with a string of blue beads, then carried on without so much as a growl. The she-wolf relaxed, some Beast's companion, no doubt.

The encounter, however, had shaken Nyala out of her rage-induced stupor and left her much more aware of her surroundings, her ears flicked and she scented something on the wind. Rather, someone.

[Skittlebug]

Kinta freezes when she sees Nyala's ears flick in her direction. Damn She hopes Nyala hadn't caught on to her but suspects otherwise. Regardless she does her best to flatten herself behind the brush. She wants to get as far as she can before the officer notices her, then the chances of tagging along might be better.