Meissa

Meissa was uncertain.

This woman seemed warm, friendly. Almost... nostalgic? As if a lifetime was held behind words that the loner had no way of understanding - a mere glimpse into a different world. Yes, I - ah - I'm a bit lost, she gave a soft laugh, ears flicking back in embarrassment. She wasn't so sure of herself here, though she had been getting better. More confident in herself and her place in the world, until that world had shattered, leaving her with cuts and bruises.

Not physical.

Or at least, if they had been, they were well hidden by swaths of fur that now shifted as she turned her head to gaze over the glinting lights again, even as they floated over the blackness over the cliff. She couldn't quite tell if there was anything out there, in the distance - she would have to return one day when day had returned. It's so strange, she agreed, eyes turning upward to the sky, The moon's taken the sun's place. Meissa had no way to tell whether this was permanent or if the world would return to the warm embrace of daylight. How could she even tell if it was night or day?

The fauna, too, seemed confused by it all. Day birds and night birds all seemed quiet and prey-things seemed unnerved.

When Theory began to speak again, an introduction, Meissa faced her again quickly, ears pricked. Salmon eyes followed as the other indicated back over her shoulder. Oh! She dipped her head, trying to be respectful. I'm Meissa, A quick, focused sniff confirmed to her that despite faint traces of the pack's odor, this land was not scent marked. I'm looking for someone, but I don't know where he went.

Did he still live?

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