[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=ForestGreen][center]Ayita Dyrkin[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location[/color][/b] Hanson Power Plant
{"Who let the wolf out? I did."}[/center]
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She missed. Ayita snarled with a wolf's muzzle. She did not like to miss, to fail in her hunt. For a hunt this was! Both wolf and woman shifted warily from side to side. Growling deeply in her chest, she felt the fur on her back rise in anger. But she was not without caution. Far too often wounds were found when anger clouded judgement and- "A wound leads to sickness, and sickness to death." The motto was thoroughly ingrained into her. So she moved, careful to keep the Witch's attention on her and not Starkette. Who had given her a thumbs up and ran to mess with some absurd contraption Ayita didn't want to try to name.

Hearing a voice boom out "Guin", she flicked her ears forward, still not taking her eyes off the Witch. While she was curious as to who that was, she wasn't about to be such a fool to let it interfere with her hunt. For now, she was being careful to the utmost. She did not lunge as she had before. Keeping her feet on the floor and ready to spring as she darted in close to feint at the Scarlett Witch- giving her more reason to be concerned about the wolf and not the woman. Ideally, she would pull away to continue the dance and feints. Adjusting her position as to not be herded into a corner or some precarious position.