Snippet #1805010

BattleDemon heard every word Kipchi said, well, at least it looked like she was. She was sitting down grooming her paw and occasionally lifting her head, taking in the scents around her. To most wolves, it would look like she was just being lazy and not bothering to pay attention, but she was. She was young and almost as beautiful as Kipchi, but she was a natural at fighting, and knew that almost around every corner, could be dangerous creatures waiting for the right time to spring. Battle made a show of yawning loudly, annoying some of the wolves closest to her. This made her grin afterwards as she stood, shook out midnight black pelt and blinked her blue eyes as the light brightened.

When BattleDemon stood, she stood with her tail hanging limp, and her head held high. She was the last of the Demon heritage. A line of black she-wolves that were naturals at fighting and killing, a clan that used to be plentiful but now only one remained. She walked over to one of the nearby trees and lied down in the shadow, instead of running off to her den or playing a meadow, like a pup. She instantly blended into her surroundings almost becoming a shadow herself.