Frog Frenzy
09-25-2015, 10:59 AM
She could hear that lilting voice in the distance, and the woman would feel a smile creeping out on her maw as she loped towards the sounds. It was Mithras, she knew, and as she appraoched the wind shifted and she could scent him, him... and another. Her ears flicked back for a moment, and she slowed her pace, approaching the group at a moderate pace, a simple light trot.
She would come up on them from behind, though she had no doubt that at least Mithras knew of her presence. She nuzzled his shoulder affectionately in greeting, before turning her blue eyes on the stranger. "Greetings," she murmured, though said nothing more to the stranger; instead, she flicked a look at Mithras, a light happiness at seeing hte man who so made her sister so happy, even if it was only as a friend. She did - secretly - have hopes the two would come to be more than that... but that was an older sister's right, was it not?
Finidng nothing to say - other than show Mithras her amusement at the frog-hunting, she dipped her head to the stranger. "I am Irie Diamachi," she introduced herself, the lilting rhythm of the Diamachi dialect clear in her voice; she was clearly a southern wolf, and this wolf... appeared to be more one of those poor pack wolves of the north, though she could smell no other wolves on her fur.
"Speech"
She would come up on them from behind, though she had no doubt that at least Mithras knew of her presence. She nuzzled his shoulder affectionately in greeting, before turning her blue eyes on the stranger. "Greetings," she murmured, though said nothing more to the stranger; instead, she flicked a look at Mithras, a light happiness at seeing hte man who so made her sister so happy, even if it was only as a friend. She did - secretly - have hopes the two would come to be more than that... but that was an older sister's right, was it not?
Finidng nothing to say - other than show Mithras her amusement at the frog-hunting, she dipped her head to the stranger. "I am Irie Diamachi," she introduced herself, the lilting rhythm of the Diamachi dialect clear in her voice; she was clearly a southern wolf, and this wolf... appeared to be more one of those poor pack wolves of the north, though she could smell no other wolves on her fur.
"Speech"