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*Silverback* · 07-19-2013, 11:53 AM

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Her senses were right. Soon enough a wolf came into view beyond the drifts and columns of steam. A drab, brown creature about her height, but nowhere near her length or thickness. And - was it-? Was it missing a leg?! How in the world was it alive out here? A glint of mild wonder and curiosity took hold of the cat's grey eyes as she held her position and watched the stranger approach. He had an odd, limping sort of gait, and no doubt the snow was laborious to get through, but he was coming along alright. Silberback's predator instincts couldn't help but chime in with a ~Oooh. I bet he'd be fun to toy with. Could probably chase him around for hours, just watching him tire~ But, though Silverback couldn't always help having a naught mind, she could be friendly and decent most of the time. She didn't get too many interactions with other creatures - unless she was having them for dinner.

"What are you?"

At another time, the mutt's confusion would've been humorous - probably even brought a smirk to her broad muzzle. But, Silverback smelled the many distant lands on the canine's pelt. If in his travels he'd never come across a creature like her, well then that was hardly good news for her search. Cat's eyes have a wonderful way of remaining mysterious; of giving the tiniest hints of a handful of different emotions at a time - sadness, lonliness, irration at being disturbed, humor. But that was all before the feline blinked and fluffed out her neck fur. "Why, I'm a snow leopard, darling," she said with a rumbling edge that was either a soft growl or a purr. Her dappled, black tipped tail swung gracefully over the ground, to wrap around to the front of her form, with enough extra length to let the end curl up like a serpent as she sat. Solemn, proud eyes looked down at the male. "Now how about you show a trace of decent breeding and ask me my name?"

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