Do You Come Here Often?

Well, fuck. This entire place seemed to be pretty empty and useless so far. To be honest, Ricochet was starting to regret following her brother here. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, chasing adventure and catching it in her paws, getting that rush of adrenaline that she seemed to endlessly crave. But no. Of course not. Instead, she was wandering around a pretty boring piece of land with no one to talk to but herself. Not that she... did that. Not out loud anyway.

"Damn it, Ricky..." Okay, so maybe she did. But what else was she supposed to do in this quiet, creepy forest? The fog was licking at her heels, stirring irritation instead of fear inside her. She shook herself out as if to get rid of the clinging moisture and quickened her pace, just wanting to be out of here as soon as possible. Honestly, the brutish woman hadn't found one place she liked in this whole damned continent so far. Not a single one. First she had found the reeking tar pits, and once she had escaped those all she had found were endless plains, covered in a thin layer of snow that only served to make her feet cold. Like, really cold. God, she just wanted to complain to somebody. But there was no one around to listen. The woman was starting to think there was no one around at all.

But then, fortunately, she was proven wrong.

Up ahead, a scent caught her nose, and she followed it curiously. This whole forest seemed to be one big trap, so she started to think maybe she was imagining the smell of a fellow wolf. But no, there she was. Tangled up pretty awkwardly in rotting wood, a chocolatey brown woman who... well, Ricochet would have said more about her appearance, but all she could really see was her ass. Not that she was complaining. "Well, hello there," she said with a derisive snicker. "Any chance you could use some help? You do look a little, well, incapacitated at the moment... " The grin spread across the face of the masculine woman, her voice low and taunting as she circled the other woman like prey trapped in a cage. Her words may have made it sound like she wanted to offer help to the poor creature, but really the opposite was true. She wanted to play for a while, do her share of teasing before she even considered being a good samaritan.