Take What You Want

The sound of paws dragged her attention away from her incessant pacing, and she whipped around to face the line of approach and waited, her head and tail up. A figure appeared there, of an age with Torrent but smaller. Like Torrent, she too had fangs and was partially albino, but where Torrent was cloaked in cooler dark slates, the stranger was of warmer tones. Like, yet so unlike. A physically inferior version of Torrent, one who likely didn't struggle to be... wolf, and not monster.

Her eyes tracked the stranger's approach, her chimeric head held at an arrogant angle with her neck arched tonstare down at the smaller female. The female spoke, and Torrent's head tilted. How could the female have mistaken...? Oh. Sarcasm. Of course. Without her brothers there to take cues from, she wasn't quite certain how to play this out. Perhaps sarcasm would be appropriate in turn.

"How could I not be on such a beautiful day. Perhaps the volcano could oblige by exploding again and making it even better." But her tone was flat, inflectionless. That wasn't correct for sarcasm. She borrowed from her brother Chaos. "Wouldn't that be fun." Better. Wait. Smile. That was right. Chaos was always sarcastic, and he always smiled. Correlation. It felt unsettling to smile with the frustration itching beneath her coat but she held the faint curve anyway, baring one long tooth further.