We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

Mira walked down a random corridor the ark with silent feet that could rival a cats, but wolves could be just as silent to. They were the ghosts of the forest, seen only when intended. It was if the woman wished to remain unnoticed, becoming acquainted with as much as she could, every detail and nuance of this place. Just when you thought you saw everything, there was more, more of everything. Levels, rooms, seemingly hidden corridors, a younger self would have probably loved the adventure but her more jaded self thought it would be a nightmare to fortify! How the hell do you keep these hallways surveillance with all these random people bumbling around? She hadn't seen a single person down these lonely hallways.

Regardless her random thoughts she continue to comb the narrow hallways, perhaps the she-wolf looked like she was skulking, a ghost among the ship. The boat groaned, a bellow ravenous sound as though something might bend or break beneath the pressure of the sea. Deep within the heart of the ship, the sound was amplified. Regardless, she possessed a need to move, her limbs feeling antsy as the worry crept in that her powers would slip passed the threshold and melt through her skin. The last thing she needed was to spew lava destruction and destroy this place. One lone would could be the ships undoing and really, that was the last thing she wanted to do. However, along the beach, she had gotten some kind of hold on it, she would be damned if she let it consume her. But reality and sheer will often times did not match up, she needed more time, more training with this newfound ability that dangerously flowed within her veins. She was a chaotic volcano trapped beneath mere skin.

Her gently glowing eyes were a reminder of what lay beneath the surface of her skin, she wondered if she was more monster than animal now, with the untamable lava that could take anything that dare stand in her path. As she moved throughout the ship, accompanied by her own thoughts she couldn't help but to look for something askew, like a spy or a thief. Maybe it was because she had that urge to always look over her shoulder, even if the threat against her wasn't all that pressing for now, she just couldn't shake the feeling of watching her back. Even with her old alpha thinking she was dead, she knew her luck would one day run out. But that day wasn't today, fortunately.

Regardless of her searching, everything seemed to be almost painfully typical, the groaning of the boat, the creaking and snapping sound, the hollow clanking of chains against metal had begun to go almost unnoticed, as background noise naturally does. The gentle rocking of the boat still didn't feel quite as normal, as though the sea was plotting its unnatural demise. The thought was something to make her shudder, she didn't want to go down on a sinking ship, neither did she know how strong of a swimmer she was in this very form with the turbulent waves and current threatening to suck her whole.
As she continued to wander she couldn't help but think how impressive it was to command this big cargo ship, this very empire Tetradore created for himself, for his pack. A pack now she was a part of. It all hadn't quite sunk in yet, the weight of it. Just what it might mean. A pack of misfits she had heard them being called a time or two. A misfit just like her, a creature that didn't quite fit in anywhere she went. It was the smell of gasoline mingling within the ocean air and the slightly distant rumble of a boat nearby ensnared her attention. Of course, she went around the corner, the first potential encounter she had all day. Traveling along the side of the ship, her strong slender legs carried the woman toward the back of the ship. This was the lower level, where the water was at its closest.

There, at the very back of the ship, loading what seemed like a sporty looking power boat with suspicious duffel bags, she frowned. Maybe this was the nefarious thing she was searching for all along.. But then she caught a glimpse of a determined Tetradore, moving with purpose to load the ship, with what. His scent carried to her on a warm humid breeze that toyed with random strands of her rich chocolate locks that perhaps took on a mahogany hue since her newfound powers.

She took a few steps closer on silent feet as she attempted to remain undetected, a little game to catch the feline off guard, entirely unaware of what she had stumbled on, amusement flit behind her golden eyes. This was the most interesting thing she witnessed and she wasn't going to let it pass her by. She leaned up against the side of the ship closer to him while his back was turned, with a casual nonchalance and predatory stillness. A little grin toyed upon her lips, all too glad to find a diversion. "I spy.." The sound of her voice unsettled some seabirds from their roosting spot. "A panther making a quick escape out the back." Mira teased smoothly, even though her tone slightly devious, curious as to where he was going on such an impressively nice boat loaded to the gills with unmarked duffel bags before nightfall. She tipped her head curiously, wandering over to the edge of the boat, it was luxurious, to say the least. She had never seen a boat like that in person and impressive had barely cut it. "Not watching the fight tonight?" Taking note that his boat seemed loaded for something far more interesting than her exploring of that ship. Alright maybe she was just a bit curious and boredom was never a problem when Tetradore was concerned. Everyone seemed to be gearing up for a big fight tonight between a lion and a grizzly, they were loading up on crates of alcohol and the kitchens were preparing like crazy. People were bustling and milling like worker bees in the heart of the ship, it was the perfect time to slip away undetected.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS