The good, The bad, and the dirty

Since just plain avoidance of the mud colored bother had failed her Mara was pondering what she would have to do to escape the persistent little bugger. She was dreading the conclusion that she time and time again was brought to after a great deal of thought. She had to find her brother. It was the only chance Mara would have of ditching Velia. She huffed loudly, sending a cloud of steam out from her lips into the cold air. This was all such an annoying bother to her.

Having just recently hauled herself out of the hollow tree she'd been sleeping in Mara actually couldn't say she was tired just yet, though her eyes remained half-closed in an eternal look of sleepiness and unconcealed annoyance at anything and everything. She'd never grown out of being the pup at the back of the group grumbling about how she didn't want to be here. It was unlikely she ever would. Preceded by an excessively loud yawn she'd mosey her way into the clearing, stretching her long legs as she walked in no particular rush to get anywhere.

It wasn't too hard to spot the wolf sitting in the snow near the massive structure, considering there wasn't much else in this area to really catch the eye. Her half-tail swished back and forth while the woman thought about what to do. Opting to ignore the other wolf for the time being, Mara wandered towards the dark structure, eyeing it with hesitant curiosity. Padding past the pale man clad in dark socks strikingly similar to the ones the pain in her rump who was likely close by also bore, Mara marched her way towards the metal structure, half-tail held just above the level of her back. She wasn't sure what this thing was, having never seen such an object in her life. Shrugging, she'd leap onto it, enraptured by the feeling of the cold hard surface against her paws. Such a strange place... Glancing back at the wolf she'd ask, Do you know what this is?" That was probably her most polite conversation starter in a long time...