like a no-tell motel painting

It would seem that she was ever so slowly taking down his walls, and she was just as stubborn as he was. Never before at Mercy met a match just like him, and she had to admit that she was having a lot of fun. Mercy loved to get a rise out of wolves, and seemed to have a knack for making enemies. Friends, not so much. But there was something about his stone set grump face that really made her want to keep trying. Plus, it was fun to watch him get more and more flustered at her. That's right buddy, she wasn't backing down either!

The dame nearly lost it when he fell for her little trick, her teeth sinking into her lower lip to keep back the worst of it. With more delight in her eyes, her elongated tail worked quickly behind her. There! She had gotten through, at least a little bit. But the silver man was quick to move on, saying that he was leaving the desert. Feeling a tad bit crest-fallen, she was about to walk the other way when he turned and looked over his shoulder at her, asking if she was coming. Shock coated her black marked face as she nodded slowly, trotting up until she stood at her side. It would seem that she wasn't the only one with tricks up her metaphoric sleeve. "And just where are we goin'?" she asked, curiosity taking over her features as she followed the near stranger out of the desert.

-exit Mercy-

"Speech"
'thoughts'