We Are Made From Broken Parts

The young femme looked to the older woman, his ocean blue orbs scanning the surrounding area. Almost as if on instinct, she would focus on the crows as one happened to land in front of her, cawing at the paranoia induced wolfess. Sticks gave a deep growl, "Stop mocking me!" She barked, snapping at the ebony bird as it flew into the air, almost cawing out rapidly almost in laughter it seemed. The chocolate and caramel colored dame gave a small "hmph" and walked back over to the scarred dame and sat down beside her.

"My name is Sticks, and you are?" She asked, her tail swaying from side to side almost as if the behavior she had done was absolutely normal to the woman. She had not witnessed a scarred woman such as she, and though it did seem rude to some, Sticks didn't even believe it to be. It was just in her nature as she looked to the woman and took in her scent slightly, "Why are you so scarred?" She would ask, tilting her head to the side in question.