Clair de lune

Bijou chittered, alerting her to the upcoming presence of another, and Théa gave a lazy grin, applying another bit of paint to Minou. She said nothing to their onlooker, knowing that her companions were already keeping a close eye on them, and also because she didn’t have any particular fear of the other presence. Most logical wolves would have immediately gotten defensive, but the palmy she-wolf had no such qualms. If they attacked, they attacked, if they didn’t, well all the better.

Eventually, the wolf made their way out of their hiding spot, a deep, baritone voice rumbling out, telling her she looked like she was having a good time. It was then that Théa looked over her shoulder, her sunbeam eyes, underlined with pinkish red paint, crinkled as she smiled. “Zer is always room for anozer,” she invited, her accent thick as she lifted a red dripping paw and motioned in welcome.