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*Jaelle* · 10-20-2016, 01:15 PM

The smirk never left her mouth as she snickered, shaking her head sharply. They may be the same height but that didn't mean she would be very light on the wolf's back! She would feel terrible if she hurt the stranger just to get a single piece of fruit. In her mind, it wasn't worth it at all, not with all these other trees around. Her brown and blue eyes searched for more fruit -- apples or no. There was no way she would eat a rotten one from the ground, fermented fruit made a wolf very drunk. Wolves in the troupe used this to their advantage, using it in a recreational way. She would by lying if she said she hadn't tried it, but it had been the first and last time. Jaelle hated not feeling in control of her body, her head had spun and it was just not a pleasant thing at all. Her ears flickered when the female spoke again, saying that she was looking for someone to navigate the lands with as well. Her smile spread into one that was more genuine, it was hard to find a good travel partner these days. She had tried to convince Xephyris to come with her but he liked his rules and walls, while she much preferred the wind in her fur and wide open spaces. "Perfect, it's a date then," she said, winking her blue eye at the stranger.

The younger girl introduced herself as Yona, and Jae tapped her bell-clad tail against her legs in response. It was nice to not be alone every now and then, she felt like she could truly relax beside a fellow traveler. "It's hard to find someone to go on adventures with. Everyone here seems to crave the whole idea of packs," her nose wrinkled up at the thought, even though she was part of a pack it was hardly her first choice. She was very much a casual member, only showing up when she needed to. But Xeph knew this, and if it had been anyone else she would have said no. She was more of an honorary member than anything else, she didn't even smell like Vyper. She glanced sidelong at Yona, wondering what she thought about packs. The monochrome woman didn't outwardly ask, but the question lingered in her gaze. It was open for discussion, it was always interesting to hear what others thought.

When she asked about her bells, the woman paused to look behind at her tail, wagging it to let them sing out. "I made a trade for the bangles, and then um... decided that I needed the string of bells as an extra reward," In short, she had taken them. It had been fresh meat and herbs that she traded for her bangles, but she saw the string of bells hanging from the basket. While the woman had been distracted, she had shoved it into her bundle, the sound disguised with the ringing of the bracelets. She had gotten her scarf in an even less fair way, but it was just the way of the gypsies. Giggling softly, she took off at a trot and cut across to the next line of trees. The scent of rotting fruit was starting to hurt her head, the quicker they found the fruit the better. She saw a few different colours of apples around them, but none were hanging low enough for her to grab. With a snort she tried to sniff beyond the sickly scent of the fruit on the ground, but to to avail. It coated the inside of her nostrils, making it nearly impossible to pick up anything.

"SPEAK"

Art by Pimsri

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