I Am Aware

Duchess kept her distance and gave only short responses, confirming that she wasn't looking for anything in particular. That was fine by Em's book; it just meant she could wander and keep her eyes up for anything interesting or suspicious. The fact that Duchess didn't talk to her much did nothing to ruffle her. Em wasn't the most talkative wolf to begin with, a trait she developed from a lifetime of being told to sit down, shut up, and do your job. She had become very observant in that time, settling much easier into wolf watching than starting up conversations. Her larger paws moved across the black sands with a gentle crunch of the sand under her toes, walking just along the edge of where the waves lapped against the shore. She liked the way the cool water felt against her paws; it was a sensation she had never felt until recently. Most of her life had been in cages. Freedom still sometimes felt like a foreign concept.

As she walked, Emersyn turned over a few empty shells, finding some closed oysters that she popped open with a claw to check for the rare pearl, but ultimately coming up empty-handed. Every so often she would glance back at Duchess just to make sure the little purple wolf hadn't wandered off on her own and didn't need any help from her. Something gave her the distinct impression that Duchess didn't much care for her. Probably because she wasn't Indigo and didn't have a dick. Duchess definitely seemed to have a type: male and with a pulse. While Em didn't exactly consider Duchess' proclivities towards finding self-worth in the arms and legs of men as good in any way, she wouldn't degrade her for what she enjoyed. So long as her personal habits didn't start interfering with the band or their interpersonal relationships, then she was fine with it.

The second they did, however... all niceties were off the table.

"Emersyn"