Your Right is My Wrong
Xzarnia Round ears perked as a voice carried itself towards her. Xzarnia's eyes followed, the orbs scanning the area until it landed on a female wolf. One gaze upon her frame showed that this woman was one of high status, though her stance at the moment was not one of aggression, as the youngster usually associated to high-ranked canines. "Hi." The yearling replied. It was plain and unsure, but not weak, hoping that her stomach wouldn't announce itself during this. The monochrome wolf stood rigid, ready to either bolt or snarl depending on the other's actions. "What...what brings you here?" Xzarnia asked after a moment of silence. She never was good at talking to people and this was not anything new. A stupid question- perhaps. But it was better than awkwardly standing before the older with a confused expression. Moves | Speaks | Thinks | You |
