POISON ON ITS LIPS / o, joining

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[abbr= Female Hyena || 3'3" At Shoulder || 180lbs ] Physical [/abbr] || [abbr= Scarred || Striped || Smells like Woodsmoke || No Identifying Scent] Details [/abbr]

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[abbr= Tanglewood] Group [/abbr] || [abbr=  Blazic Needs Your Teeth#0965 on Discord || Message me!] Player [/abbr]

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More talking. So it was one of those types.
The hyena let out a deep sigh, though it sounded more like a wheeze than anything.

She didn't wait for the small cat to finish talking before the started.
The fur on her back pricked every time the vekkteman spoke, but she didn't respond save for the lion's first comment. She'd give the coward what's coming to him later.
"Tanglewood? Interesting? Never." The hyena barked out a single laugh, as if the concept was hilarious to her. No, no, the swamp could and would never be exhilarating on its own. Any fun to be had was made by herself.

The hyena flicked her ear at the wolf, spoke one last time, words stern. "Tread carefully, kitty cat."
And she skulked off. The hyena never stayed for the 'processing' of new joiners.
But one day they'd all be glad she caught an enemy trying to slip in by the throat.