Sounds like a good time to me

*Memento Mori* · 07-31-2022, 01:59 AM

The stranger shook out their fur before they apologized. So it had been a space out? Well, so long as it didn’t happen during serious moments, she supposed, it couldn’t be that dangerous. Maybe they just had a short attention span. Speaking of which, as the stranger introduced themselves as Vashou, Memento Mori realized something odd about the other wolf. Perhaps she’d been avoiding it up until that point, somehow, but their scent was off. While there was a more dominantly female part of Vashou’s scent the stranger also bore a male scent too. It was strange, it wasn’t the scent of some other wolf on them, or their companion, Salvador. No, Meme realized, the scent belonged to Vashou alone.

“I see.” She blinked her pale-blue eyes with surprise, trying to avoid asking the very rude question; Are you a boy or are you a girl? “You’re a… uh.. A unique one, Vashou. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like yourself. Alone, without family, but also not really remembering them…” Not that she thought the other wolf was lying to her. Vashou seemed strange, but they didn’t seem malicious either. In fact, they just seemed like a friendly loner trying to make a life for themselves. Strange, but she supposed she could seem weird to others too.

“At least you have Salvador though. I know having a companion or two can really make a difference when you’re otherwise out on your own.” Then, as if on cue, the sound of sliding rocks and claws clicking down the steep canyon side caused her to look up.

Sure enough, Rein and Jacques had followed her down into the canyon, the two jackals holding very different responses to seeing the she-wolf.

Rein’s ears were perked forward, tail wagging as he spoke. “Ah, Meme! You’ve made a friend it seems.” He peered around the she-wolf and grinned. “Hello there!”

Jacques on the other hand, being the grump that he was, scowled as he glanced over Memento Mori’s other side at Vashou and Salvador. “They smell weird… and they are letting the snack sit between their paws like it’s a friend.” He was referring to the little weasel, of course, his dark eyes watching it carefully.

“That’s Salvador,” Memento Mori corrected. “Not a snack so don’t even think about it.” She glanced over her shoulder at Vashou. “Sorry… These are my companions, Rein,” She nodded towards the friendly jackal. “...and Jacques.” She nodded to the grumpy one.

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