of sinners and saints

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The mutt on her right didn't seem to love nature as much as the cat did. It wasn't long before she broke the silence with an odd compliment. Silverback turned to her, arching a brow ever so slightly. "Hmmm," she chuckled, "Hardly." She was aware of the she-wolf's eyes roving over her frame. It was appreciation for a beautiful being, and so Silverback had no problem with it. It was nice to a see a dog who could recognize the finer things. She was enjoying this meeting - the mutt was a willing plaything and a witty one at that.

In the back of her mind, Silverback was beginning to shape the birth of an idea. Something that would eradicate the lonliness that had begun to pull at her soul. Even if she could not have the blessing of other feline's, she did not have to feel the curse of being alone on the plant. If she was indeed the last of the feline lords, then the world was her ball of string, to put it quaintly. With her ability and power she could shape it as she saw fit. This climb up the mountain had been thrilling - it hadn't been too conscious at first, but she enjoyed the sense of power she had knowing that the sunshine-eyed wolf lived or died at her whim. It was making her think... why couldn't she find other caves and other wolves that would be hers on a more permanent basis.

It went off like a sweet explosion in the back of her mind, rivaling the sunrise for warm and illumination. She would need more planning, more searching, etc etc, but oh it could be glorious!. Her eyes traveled sideways up the she-wolf's throat and to her panes of yellow glass. "If you like me so much, Canttina, you know, you could chose to stay with me."