beneath the steppe

The tall and lithesome wolf-if you could even call it that- wandered into view, breaking up the monotony of shelves and strange oddities. The dust and dry air seeped into her scent, blending in as though she'd been her far longer than she claimed. But there was no reason not to believe her, or regard the loner as a threat and as far as Hattori could tell her laid back energy seemed genuine. Like she was truly in her element.

Hattori not so much.

"They must be ancient." Hattori observed, tilting his head up to look at the ceiling. It looked stable enough, with cobwebs in every corner. Being down here for a short while would do no harm, but he imagined long term exposure to this much dust surely couldn't be good for you. "Even if not poison I wouldn't recommend trying any regardless." That being said he wouldn't stop her if she insisted, it was her prerogative.

He looked around again, wondering if they were the first wolves to explore this place. Clearly this place wasn't meant for them, yet another remnant of the humans long since gone.