Gone Astray

Carmine ears turn toward the sound of disturbed earth, her head twisting to follow as she seeks out the origin of the noise. Hope flutters within her chest, her fiery gaze narrowing as she stares into the dark abyss. But when a man steps into her view, and she realizes it is not her precious Marco, her heart sinks into her stomach. Her hell stricken glare falls upon his figure, her tail flicking irritably behind her rump. She makes no advancements as he trots toward her, instead staying perfectly still, the hair along her nape and spine defensively raising.

When he speaks to her it takes her a few moments to register what he had said. Exhaustion was playing dirty tricks on her mind, making it hard to focus. "Yes, I'm looking for something that belongs to me." She hisses, irritation present in her tone. It wasn't really directed at him, but she didn't feel like wasting her time by pretending to be in a good mood. "Have you seen a wolverine anywhere around here? A black one specifically. Large, thick claws and fur, with beady black eyes?" He probably hadn't seen Marco, she's been searching for days and hasn't found any trails that could lead to him. It didn't hurt to ask though.