i'll get high if i want to

She squinted hard at the tusked stranger, not sure if he was being sarcastic or blunt; it was impossible to tell if she did not yet know the individual. Giving a surreptitious little snort, she decided that she was, in fact, not going to apologize to the sterling male for accidentally spraying sand in his direction. Instead, she daintily picked her paws up, stepping backwards to put some distance between herself and the tusks that bristled from beneath his lip. "Would you believe me if I said they did?" She retorted, hiking a brow high. Where was a girl supposed to cry her heart out in peace if everyone felt entitled to barge in on it? Yet the male was, wisely, quick to move on, reassuring her that he was merely teasing. Muses flared her nostrils, momentarily unsure. She regarded him with deep suspicion before breaking out into a blinding smile.

"Well then, I'm not sure if I can trust you. After all, predators have teeth to bite with." To prove her point, she snapped at the air, teeth coming together wish a sharp, satisfying click. Despite his odd appearance, it seemed as if she was generally willing to accept him without much more than a hint of friendliness on his part. "This burdened beauty does have a name, which you'll have to ask." Lifting a paw to briefly rub at a wet tear streak on her muzzle, she carefully sat down, and then set her tail neatly over a back paw. "What's your name? Are you a wolf? Shouldn't you be spending such nice compliments on other mature wolves?" Muses had come to know that wolves were more forward here, more willing to ask questions. Inappropriate and insensitive as it was, she was willing to give it a try. After all, she would have to learn somehow.