Started Out Clean But I'm Jaded [AW]

Mercy could hardly stay in one spot for too long. She was growing bored of the south and all the memories there, so she went off to explore the north. It was odd, since she was so used to it being covered in snow and ice. But it seemed that the extreme heat of the sun reached even hear, making it look like a bit of a waste land. The grass that had been trapped for so long under all the snow had begun to rot, the stench of it coating her nostrils. It was hard for her to pick out any other scent, and letting out a huff she gave up counting on her sniffer setting her straight. So she simply wandered around until she found a large, strange looking bolder up ahead. Her ears perked, head tilting to the side as she took careful steps towards it. Her hackles rose slightly, she was on edge without the ability to pull much off of the ground, scent wise. She could see another set of paw prints leading to an opening in the strange rock, which made her on her guard.

As soon as she reached the perimeter of the crazy thing, she touched the ramp with slight hesitation. Just as her pad brushed against it, a loud crashing came from inside. Mercy jumped up and backwards, her hackles fully on end. She wasn't usually one to be startled like that, but this was a whole new experience to her. At least she didn't cry out like a child. Shaking her head, she walked up the ramp and into the belly of the rock thing. It was cold on her paws, which really threw her off. What the hell was this thing? Sniffing with a lot of force, she could finally pick up things other than dead grass. That is when the scent of the strange wolf hit her right in the face. It was her. The stupid bitch who jumped in on her fight during the siege. With her lips curling up, she turned a corner and sure enough, there she was. "You." she spat, her hackles fully on end for a whole other reason now.

"Speech"