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Quill


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07-31-2017, 07:26 PM
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Posture of the stranger is level, unchanged and inner demoness gives a grin. We haven’t rattled her cage enough. It’s a whisper that echoes between her ears, pushing her to unbalance the girl, to make her more expressive. Optics hopefully remain locked on the girl, icing over and leaving nothing in their wake. Sterling. Mental picture tags itself with the name and is stashed away for later recollection. Nares flare and she catches the faint scent of other wolves. So it seemed she had finally found a pack wolf.

Who’s asking? Tail flagged upon the girl’s rump but Quill couldn’t quite tell if it was in annoyance or an old habit. A half smile breaks upon her features, contorting it uncomfortably from its previous stillness. ”Quill.” Venom leaches out around her speech as she finds herself drawing a few steps closer. If Sterling hadn’t moved she would find herself almost nose to nose with her, an uncomfortable closeness forming between them. Tongue swipes hungrily across her maw as she aims to whisper in the girl’s ear. ”Now what has brought you wandering past the borders of your packlands?”

The assumption is bold but she feels it is safe with the mingling scent of others not yet stale. It is very possible that the girl had just left a pack and struck out on her own but with the good condition she was in she highly doubted it.