The River Runs Deep - [Gambit]

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Things had turned out for the most part, fairly well. She had found the one she had been searching for and gained a pack in the process. It was lovely and the members where kind and for the most part, a joy to be around. There were some that she shied away from, for instance, the strange and unusual Weston. She would stay far from him if she could. But almost every pack had some members like that. Thats what made them unique. If everyone was the same, it'd be just down right boring. She had taken a brief moment to learn the pack den site before setting out to take trip through the territory itself. If she was going to be living there, she needed to learn the lay of the land. It would take time, but she could do it.

What helped was the fact that she had found Gavin. Of course she didn't know much about him except that he had the same mother as she and that he was..well, gigantic in size. However, she knew that over time they'd learn everything about one another and they would be the siblings that they were meant to be. Shifting slightly, Lamis cleared a fallen log with a graceful leap and landed softly on the other side, her tail tossed in the air, not with a sense of dominance, but in a care-free sort of way. It was hard to miss her, her white coat sticking making it practically impossible for her to blend into her surroundings. It mattered little to her. There was not many things that frightened her, least of all, bears or mountain lions. Sure, they where something to be definately respected, but not feared. Fear could lead to being paranoid. Being paranoid can be good or bad, but most of the time it just ended badly.

Stopping, she lifted her short muzzle from the lowered position that she had been carring it in to scent the wind, picking up nothing that alerted her to danger or food. But there was water and although her ears where smaller then average, she could still hear the obvious sound of fast flowing water. With her spirit lifted, she settled herself into a easy lope, her thick tail swaying with a gentle motion of her steps. It did not take her long to reach the river, the scent of water quickening her pace. Her mouth watered and she had not realized just how thirsty she had been. Reaching the edge, she eased her way up, eyeing the water, weary of what may lay beneath the glossy surface. Satisfied that it was safe, she dipped her head down and flicked out her tongue to scoop the water into her mouth. Thirst quenched, she turned away from the water and settled down upon the cool grass only a handful of yards away.

She had placed herself right out into the open, but that worked to her favor. She could not easily hide herself away, but sitting out in the open allowed her to keep an eye on what might be approaching. Her keen ears alert, nothing would escape her sharp senses. If she was good at anything, it would be keeping herself alert and protected. She was by far not the smallest of females, but her size did not make her ugly. As she laid motionless, her chocolate hued eyes focused on the shifting, churning water, a scrawny hare had made its way to the edge, nervously twitching, but far to thristy to allow its better judgement to control it. It kept flicking its fearful eyes towards Lamis, tensing and ready to bolt if Lamis made any sort of movement towards it. "Do no fear. I am in no mood for hare today." Her soft words startled the hair, but it did not bolt. Instead, it seemed to relax only slightly.

Unfortunately, it would just not be the rabbits day and while it had no need to fear the lupine, its death would not come from the ground, but from the sky. Swooping out of nowhere, its wings tucked tightly at its side and its talons sprawled out and open, the hawk hit the drinking hare hard. It squealed and kicked, but the hawk was already flapping its wings and lifting the small bag of bones and fur from the earth, its claws locked like clamps into the poor thing's side. Lamis watched unmoved as the hawk took to the nearest tree, its small catch still withering beneath its taloned feet. It was nature and Lamis could not take the time to worry or mourn over such a small death. The hare's death would feed the hawk--which would go to feed its own chicks. The chicks---while some would die and utlimately become food for other creatures, would grow and continue the cycle. Heaving a tired sigh, the white female dropped her head to her paws, content to listen to the water flow.