Got Your Six

The closer she came, the more the other withdrew. Meep's ocean blue eyes took in the shape of the other and read the clear distaste upon her visage. Lips curled in a soundless snarl and her own ears flattened to her head. Her hackles remained raised and she watched as the other slowly tilted her head, exposing scars Meep had only suspected to be there. She did not part her jaws in a gasp or let eyes widen in surprise; but instead they narrowed. She had seen the scratches now. There was only one question: how had they come to be there? She would shudder if she was not suspicious, she would fall at the woman's mercy and mumble how horrifying it must have been. But she didn't. There was something different about her. She seemed strong, cautious, wary... Something told Meep that she didn't quite care for other's company. Had it been her own doing that lead to such marks? This she could not determine.

A long silence had ensued and she let it continue, eyes soaking in one another. She noticed now that her eyes were a vivid pink. Meep's dark tail was lifted halfway; not outright dominant but a hint, that she could fend for herself. She was so caught up in this quiet observation that a few moments passed before she realized it was silent. Eeerily so. She let her eye wander over the scars again, and wondered... Was it choice that the woman did not answer her? Was she sending a silent message: go away? Or perhaps she wouldn't speak at all? "Well," she began. "I'm Meep Kringle... It seems we have something in common... Strangers are hardly worth the time." It was a blunt statement; an acknowledgement that she heard the woman's request; even if not asked it was clear that Meep was not wanted here. And so she began to turn away.