Werewolves of London

Pari kept her gaze down, only just able to make out the stranger on her approach up the mountain. It seemed she hadn't been spotted yet, something she found hard to believe at this distance but still she appeared to have gone unnoticed. Which was a bit of an odd comfort to the woman; she was used to being mostly ignored. Still she was desperate to not be left behind this time.

Finally it seemed she'd been noticed, the unknown woman called out. A question and Pari whined again, shaking her head. She was no one, not worthy of speaking her name allowed and yet she'd been asked a question. Swallowing hard the woman spoke for the first time in a while, her voice hoarse from lack of use. "I'm no threat." It was the truth, though she feared a bit presumptuous to assume.

The woman spoke again, another question and Pari silently wished for an end of questions. Questions like this would not get her out of this situation. "A bit." Was all she'd answer, dropping her gaze again as she recognized the pale woman's eyes on her form. Why this wolf cared if she was hurt she'd never know and to be honest she felt uncomfortable being asked such vulnerable questions about herself. She'd have given anything right now to be told what to do.