ain't no rest for the wicked
A voice called out to her, somewhere out of her range of vision. She'd heard footsteps approaching, but it was difficult to care when she had the advantage of immense size over most of those on this continent. She regretfully relinquished her grip on the stick, and directed her gaze over her shoulder. It was a fellow giant, and one she recognized. Thumping her tail against the terra a few times, she let her tongue loll from her mouth in a friendly expression. "Amachi, welcome!" It was an awkward greeting, but she had trouble remembering which greeting worked for patrols but not daily life. English was weird. She stretched a paw out, gesturing for her friend to join her. Absently, she resumed her chewing of the stick as she waited for Amachi to settle. They had parted amiably, and she couldn't imagine why they would have any reason to mistrust each other. When last they spoke, it had been while investigating abandoned ruins, messing around with some of the strange objects within. There was a mingling scent of many wolves upon her pelt, and where her friend had been recently was clear. She'd found a pack, which was fantastic for her! It must be wondrous for the other female to be in a connected family such as that, she could only benefit from it. She had enjoyed the camaraderie that came from being part of her brother's kingdom, but she was lucky enough to be able to live with both systems. Besides, she could adventure freely now. The abused branch tipped towards the ground as she ceased her assault on it. "You've been well?" She questioned roughly, husky vocals still unused to the unfamiliar tongue. She was probably better than when she'd first landed, but still far from being even passably fluent. Her eyebrow rose inquisitively, and she glanced over her friend's form. She wasn't injured, and looked well. So the question was probably pointless in regards to her physical form, but perhaps her mental state was not so at ease. |
