The Misunderstood

The small, interesting creature spoke, and the ebony and russet fae was pleased by the lack of outright terror in his eyes. "Oops! Sorry, I'm Udosa." She told him, grinning. She stepped closer as the animal rested on a rock, settling herself on her haunches, hoping for an interesting conversation. Lemur. That's what this Zoboomafoo was. She shook out her wild, unruly mane of fur that grew around her neck like a lion's, dislodging flakes of snow that had fallen into the thick ebony fur. "I have never heard of lemurs or monkeys." She told him, smiling in a manner that was both sheepish and yet, was still happy.

"What were you just up to?" She asked him, curious as to why the lemur was bouncing back and forth among the rocks, and racing about on the ground. She had never been a particularly shy wolf, except when the situation called for it. So she had no qualms about speaking her mind to the interesting lemur called Zoboomafoo. Wrapping her tail around her broad, powerful paws, she watched him with interest, taking in the unfamiliar features of the exotic animal.




"Speech"