i'll get high if i want to

She was lost in her own thoughts, concentrating on the sorrow that seemed as painful as a physical wound - worse than any physical wound she had ever received, though by those standards, it wouldn't take much. Had she been more observant, more wary of the world around her, she might have caught on to the gentle sound of footfalls crossing the grainy sand, or the presence of an oddly marked interloper that loomed nearly over top of her. The jagged tone of his rouge tinted voice flooded her mind's eye, and was followed by a gentle judge with an unfamiliar object. Spooked by the odd sensation, she muffled a surreptitious snort, and skittered to her paws, flinging obsidian sand everywhere.

Shocked by what she saw, she made no further movement, wide lilac eyes held un-waveringly upon the silver stranger, taking in the sight of him. He stood at least a head taller than her, his sooty coat broken by distinct crimson markings upon his ears, face, and back paws. Jutting out past his lips were two tusks - undoubtedly what had gently pressed against her flank earlier. Suppressing a shudder that otherwise would have ran down her spine, she wondered just what was in the water for the wolves of these lands to look so bizarre.

Although she had not been napping, Muses did not attempt to correct the stranger. It felt wrong to admit that she had been crying her little heart out. "The burden of emotions can exhaust even the most enduring of wolves." She said back, though remained somewhat defensive now in both stance and tone. The grey canine seemed more annoyed than concerned, she thought, and she worried his gruff timbre indicated hostility. She anxiously dug her toes into the sand as fear began to creep up on her, ears pinning against her head as she tentatively began to look for a means to escape, just in case.