SOUL OF ANOTHER - private; stryker

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[glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] The sight of dense smoke came into the ivory lion's sight line and made him question it's source. For a moist jungle and a dry desert (what an odd pairing), the sight of flames was a rarity. Perhaps it was karma for The Typhoon. Stryker still wanted to investigate the strange occurrence nevertheless. With narrowed eyes and his ears standing alert, he headed into the underbrush and began to follow the scent trail of the burning ashes. As he grew closer, his paws lightly treaded against the grassy floor. In the distance he spotted a dark maned wolf wandering the territory aimlessly, seemingly with no intent. She paused momentarily. Did she hear him? For a moment he considered staying within the shadows. Eventually, he decided to reveal himself.

From the bushes, he emerged. Neon hues remained narrow as he intensely looked her up and down. "I don't believe you're supposed to be here, sweetheart," came his casual remark. "May I have your name and perhaps why you're here before I have to escort you away?"