That's Different

Zanire would chuckle lightly at the wolf, giving a nod of her head. She was ready to go whenever he was, ready to begin a friendship. The woman would protect this boy as much as she could from the dangers the world would throw at them, her size and strength playing an important role. Others would not mess with them, creatures would leave their kills. Zanire wasn't aggressive or anything, unless provoked, she just used what she had to get something she wanted if she did not feel like working for it.

With a smile she would lumbered forward, leading them in a direction to search for a den they could share.

-exit Zanire, end thread-


"normal.
talk.
think.
you."