07-07-2015, 07:00 PM
 Tyrna If we don't make it alive, well it's a hell of a good day to die
The Falls are much the same as they ever were as she saunters towards the pool from the tree line. She hadn't seen the other members of her small family in some time and boy wouldn't they be in for a surprise. Her coat was dirty, her hair matted, but it was the time spent on her own that had given her a lean, hard body and a predatory glint in her eye. The first thing the wolf girl noticed as she came to a stop near the others was not in fact, the large mare stumbling to her knees, but rather the way the voice in her head was not as quiet as usual. It whispered for her to look at the roan, and she did. For her to smell the air and taste how weak she was, how easy it would be to ripandtearandshredandfeed. The voice sang to her about rendering the titan useless, making the foreign mare unable to claim a spot in her pack, to watch the light drain from gentle eyes. The wolf is insistent and she is frozen as she watches the roan's pulse jump in her throat. With a shake of her head she moves to stand near Texas. She knows she is safe near him, though thoughts of destroying the intruder plague her mind. Texas is part of her pack so she feels no inclination to slaughter him, which is good since the wolf is only now starting to separate friend from foe. So she stands near the graying bay and bobs a polite greeting to her mom, before waiting for the show to continue. Silver dapple sabino|Mare|Andalusian Hybrid|Falls |