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A Little Something Extra... as a treat

Resin/Io



Asgeira

Loner

age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
328
size
Large
build
Light
posts
53
player
Fox
05-02-2020, 09:34 AM

She had only taken a few paces after crossing the stream before an odd shape stuck out from the rest of the foliage up ahead. It was unusually square, the hard lines so different from the dangling branches and cluster of grass and shrubs, that she spent a breath pondering it before she realized that there was an animal beside it as well. Now, being born in northern lands, Aggie was no stranger to caribou. She'd never seen one like this though, and none of her past encounters had included caribou hitched to contraptions. She would forgive herself for being too distracted to notice that the caribou and it's contraption were not alone, strange as the sight was.

The woman's voice was polite and clear, and led Aggie's gaze towards its source. The stranger was smaller than herself, her coat a mix of mostly darks and grays. She was still too far away for Aggie to pick up any scents so she didn't know whether or not the other wolf was from a pack, but if she had absentmindedly wandered into someone's territory she would kick herself. Ylva would never let her live it down. Then again, the shewolf seemed friendly enough, so she'd try not to jump to conclusions.

Aggie came to a stop a respectable distance from the woman, close enough to be respectful but not so close as to press in on the stranger's space, and sat. "A fine day indeed for this time of year." Aggie let her eyes slide sideways to the diminutive caribou and the contraption, or rather what she now saw was meant to haul goods. Nifty, that. She clearly needed to up her own game. Er, sorry. I don't mean to pry, but..." Uncertain whether or not the beast could understand them, she let the 'What the fuck?' go unsaid but implied all the same. Monkeys who struck fires, caribou who would deign to be hitched, what next? Were wolves now riding bear into battle as well? It seemed like the whole continent had gone mad in her absence. Not that she was complaining of course, it was starting to seem like perhaps this was exactly the sort of madness that suited her.



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