kick the tires

Kali had been wandering, bored within the confines of her packland. She’d explored every nook and cranny of the area, she was sure, and she needed a new change in scenery. There was more out in the world they lived in to explore and she wanted to get as much of it done as she could before she inevitably took over her mother’s seat as Seraphim of Habari. After all, it was only natural she be the one to overtake it.

The Malakim had seen many interesting things in her travels, but none so interesting as the hairless mutt that sat in front of her in that moment. Her brows rose above her bicolored gaze. How was he sitting there in the snow when he lacked anything to keep him warm? Well, he was wrapped up like a mummy in some cloth, she supposed, but wasn’t he freezing? Even she was a little chilly and she had a full, plush pelt to keep out the cold. His howl echoed over the prairie and she pranced forward, Abbadon curled around his normal perch on her neck. His tongue flickered out curiously at the dog before them. “You called for a race?” she asked, a grin on her lips.