We Scare Because We Care

*Aske* · 10-22-2018, 10:09 AM

The youth of a wolf typically avoided low-visibility areas such as this. Ears alert for signs of movement and habitation in the mistborn air, she kept her pace quick and actively tried to slow her breathing. Thick fur, unusual for the summer months, kept her somewhat shrouded in the haze of disguise with it's ashened coloration and dark grey partternations. However, this couldn't stop her from still feeling unease, worried that her long-stretched travels might have gone too far long this time around.

Unretractable claws occasionally clicked, clicked, clicked as she crossed foreign road and material despite Aske's best efforts, bringing her to stick to any sideroads or more natural grounds. Even with her usual balancing issues, she found herself pained to walk the streets, avoiding it altogether as she scanned the environment. For the time being she figured she was mostly alone out here, on the Forgotten Island.

Until, of course, she spied Pascal and the strange, metallic shell. Suddenly freezing in place, Aske stood her head up tall, ears perked as she'd approach to just within earshot. The ashened-grey figure wasn't the best of stealth-goers, but she'd at least like to think her pelt coloration had given her the advantage in the situation. Nose twitching, she doesn't yet fully register Malleus' presence in the environment, instead calling out to the unidentified figure in the jeep.

"Hello? Can you understand me?"

Aske stiffened after speaking in a slightly raised voice, prepared to sprint at a moment's notice. If this was something unfriendly- or worse, an unfriendly wolf- then she certainly didn't want to have an encounter with it. A mental note was hardly registered in the back of her mind, figuring she should generally improve her identification abilities to avoid such self-inflicted scares and scenes of tension.

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