The Problem With Birds

*Iolaire* · (This post was last modified: 10-29-2019, 02:33 PM by Iolaire.)

Maw parted, bluish tongue extending as the fae yawned. This yawn was accompanied by a stretch, claws digging into the earth, ripping up little furrows in their wake. She readjusted, curling onto her left side. Tugging the leather sack close, Iolaire prepared to use it as a pillow. She was just about to settle down for sleep when her mane began to bristle slightly. A deviation in the steady cacophony of bird murmuring. Curling her neck, the dark woman glanced behind her. Over the top of a rather thick shrub, she could see the black form of what looked like some sort of vulture. Iolaire wasn't exactly top of her class in bird taxonomy, but she knew that vultures weren't from around these parts. The beast must have spied her, for it squawked and a moment later a deep voice followed, demanding that she show herself.

Iolaire wrinkled her nose slightly. Show herself? The same could be said of him. She had been here first. For the night, this was her patch of land. Her wad of grass. But... when you were as small as Iolaire, you didn't say these things out loud. That was a sure fire way to get eaten. She'd kept her skin in tact this long, what was one more demand from a meat headed male?

With a long, low sigh, Iolaire got to her paws. Skull dipped and she nosed inside the strap of her satchel. It wouldn't do to leave it. What if she had to make a hasty retreat? These things weren't exactly easy to come by. Giving her glimmering pelt a bit of a shake to rid it of any clinging debris, Iolaire padded forward, neck extended so that she might peek around the edge of the shrub. And there she saw...

My, my. He was a big, big boy. The shock didn't alter her features by any means, however. Cool as a frozen lake, the diminutive fae slid into view. He was sitting, so she did so as well. Haunches folded and she brought her thick, snow dipped tail around one hip. "Odd place and time for two wolves to meet, don't you think?" Her voice was soft and laced with confident playfulness. One silver brow arched and the woman canted her head slightly, waiting for some sort of reply. It was obvious that she wasn't afraid of him in the slightest. There was no reason to be, after all.

"Speech"

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