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*Silverback* · 08-22-2013, 01:11 PM

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It was a wolf. Of course it was a wolf; this part of the world was overrun with the mutts. Some of them, Silverback had grown a bit attached to, some of them she'd had to hold herself back from killing. One she had killed and then regretted it, another she'd gone as far as to mate with, and she'd never regretted that. She was prejudiced, perhaps, but it was relative to her fickle moods and the actions of whatever individual crossed her path. Big cats are nothing if not unpredictable.

Seemed this wolf before her, however, was a little shy to enter the stage. She could hear him - in the silence of the earth she could literally hear him breathing, but he didn't move forward til he had mounted his courage. Surely he'd scented her by now, so was he preparing an attack? Or just readying his nerve? Silverback was to find out shortly, when a handful of stilted words were stitched together. She arched a black dappled brow in the darkness, remaining laying sphinx like on the table in the middle of the chamber. Well whatever this was, it wasn't a threat. More like... a failed flirtation. It wasn't exactly smooth - he seemed to have some sort of speech impediment - but luckily he was dealing with a creature of vanity. She didn't depend on the praise of others, Silverback was far too independant a thing for that, however... she did like it. She smirked slightly and let out a rumbling sound which could've been a purr or a growl. "Cat got your tongue, darling?"

Oh this was lovely. Perhaps she'd been given a new toy to play with.

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