The stench of this place alone was enough to raise the hackles on Leera's nape. Picking her way across the rubbish, her dark lips melted into a grimace -- what was all of this stuff? And who was responsible for discarding it so horribly here?
She didn't quite understand the concept of possessions. To Leera, the only thing that was worth taking and keeping for one's self was power, and she knew that wasn't tangible could be left on the ground like litter. She couldn't believe anyone would actually be here longer than just passing through, so when she spies a golden figure in the distance, she's caught slightly off guard.
Ears set against her head. She took in a heaping amount of oxygen, testing the air for the stranger's scent. It was female, and she decided to take a slight detour. "Looking for something?" she croned, stepping towards the other wolfess. Her small pink eyes were fixed hard on her, but she genuinely curious to see what the wolf was up to.
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
Plot with us here!
