Nightshade

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A brindle she-wolf creeps through the thick undergrowth before her. She is careful and precise with her movements, leading each step with a silent paw. Her chest pressed against the glades of grass which rested just below her as she approached a sudden opening. She pressed on through the undergrowth. The aperture was a plain circle-like stretch, moonlit and too perfect to have been natural. It held the strong crisp odor of prey, although there was none in sight.
It was only then that two jaundiced eyes beamed against a thick black coat, piercing from beyond the bush and appearing before her as if a make-believe image. The she-wolf held a low growl from exiting her throat once the latter approached, it's head lowered; cautious. Before acting on her impulse, she took a breath in and relayed judgement from there. The other was female, caring the tangy scent of an up-walker, of a god.
"Welcome newcomer," The wolf coos, her eyes refusing to leave the brindle's. "My name is Tala. This place is vast. You won't survive on your own, come with me."
Although the Tala's words were gentle, uncertainty rang through the brindle's ears. Tala holds no rope around her neck. She noted, a patch of flattened fur trailing Tala's chest having indicated the opposite.
Tala relaxed her posture and cocked her head. "You have nothing to fear. Many wolves have come before you and many will come after you." Her sentence purred from her mouth, attempting at comfort. "Who are you?"
The brindle hesitated, before placidly bluffing. "My name is Nightshade."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Nightshade. Now, we must be quick. Decisions are to be made." Tala turns on her heels upon uttering the last sentence, facing the direction she came from. The wind cuts a chill through both shes, whispering under Nightshade's pelt. Tala's fur bristles in the breeze, each black tuft rippling along her pelt. She is quite enchanting, appearing unfazed during the wind's movement.
"Come on," She urges, snapping Nightshade out of the daze she hardly knew she was in. Tala then leads the way forward, pacing the forest with little precision.
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Basic rundown:
A crow swoops over head, only catching the brindle's attention once it's feathers bat her in the face. She growls momentarily before noticing that the crow's wings are flapping above her. The crow then soars across the forest in an effortless motion, cawing for Nightshade to follow. She obliges, curiously trailing the ever-so-fast crow. After being lead around for a little while, the crow pauses and lands upon a small tree.
What was the purpose of this? Nightshade asks herself, before being tackled from beside. She panics, flinging the figure off of her and pinning them down. She goes in for the killing bite before realizing that Tala is the one who is below her. At that point, she steps to the side and allows Tala to get up.