Night of the Wolf

It seemed Clementine's trust may be a bit too generous at times. Since arriving in Boreas the babe hadn't met any 'baddies.' Most of the Wolves she met were either neutral or her family. Thus, as she happened upon this beautiful earth toned woman she was taken a back by her slightly venomous tone. The stranger did not like how Clementine had followed her through the barren land but could anyone blame her? Curiosity riddled the obsidian babe and seemed to get the better of her. Silver eyes studied the pompous pose the stranger took and her tail seemed to lower ever so slightly. A pang of embarrassment filled her chest as she thought over the words for a moment, but it did not last long. There was no reason for Clem to feel inferior for they were two Wolves in a barren land surrounded by nothingness. If the stranger wanted to pick a fight the Wreckage babe would retaliate but if they could settle for a mild conversation she would be much happier.

The silence was shortly sliced as a question was thrown into the dusty air. The woman perked up as she finally emitted her own sweet vocals. "I am Clementine Wreckage." Her voice was laced with a velvet flourish but still full of pride. She was a proud woman and would not allow meaningly encounters bring that down. The babe's silver gaze peered into the stranger's blue. It was her turn to take the floor. "And you are?" It seemed the naturally gentle creature could bounce back with her own, very mild, poison if need be. "Also, I am fully capable of holding my own, Miss." She propped her nose up into the air ever so slightly, "I am fairly new to these lands.. Curiosity of the natives is naturally occurring. You are the first i've encountered to have an issue with this." Clementine did not move her gaze from the opposing femme. She did not bear much dominance but she held a strong stance.

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