of sinners and saints

*Silverback* · 07-30-2013, 01:43 PM

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Well it seemed the forces that be were going to be nice enough to hear her this morning. No sooner had she been dwelling on the fact that she was alone, than a whiff of dog-smell was scent her way. Of course it would be a wolf. Gods it seemed like those things were all over the place these days. Maybe that's what had happened - the Age of Equality was gone and now it was the Dawn of the Dingoes. Perfect. Oh well, truth be told, Silverback had managed to get some interesting snatches of conversation out of some in the past, and - though perhaps a part of her hated to say it - she wanted the company. She'd allow these things in her presence - for now there was no one better to keep her occupied.

So when the yellow-eyed she-wolf called out a greeting with a twisted grin, Silverback graced her with an unamused, analytical stare. "Hello yourself sunshine." Still standing on the brink of a sheer vertical drop, Silverback peeled her muzzle back in a luxorious lion's yawn and muttered. "What brings you out of bed so early?" Then again, this was a wolf right? Didn't they prefer moonlight for their hunts? Or was that just an old wive's tale?

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