The wooden boards creak beneath her paws as she steps onto the ship. She'd underestimated the cold in the north, and so as dusk bleeds into the dark night, she decides that the strange structure would suffice as overnight shelter. Her claws tick against the cracked floors with every graceful stride, but Leera is otherwise silent as she noses her way into nooks and rooms.
Above, the milky glow of starlight is enough to shed light on the ship as she searches it. In the back of her mind, she does question what kind of creatures would build such a thing, but the thought it brief. After a few more surveys, she comes across a dark, battered room with enough breakage that allows the night sky to seep through.
It was obvious at once that she is not alone when she steps into the room. Leera freezes, hackles raising up slowly along her nape as her pink eyes fall onto the stranger: an old, dark-furred wolf who occupies the bed. For a moment, she just stares. She watches him as he watches the stars, observing the age that is obvious in his eyes. "It's almost as if they're taunting us, isn't it?" She surprises herself with the gentleness of her voice, but then again, she's always had a degree of respect for her elders. "The stars, I mean. They won't blink out for millions of years, but us... our lives are only but a second."
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
Plot with us here!
