Getting wet feet

*Angelique* · 08-04-2022, 11:40 PM

This location was also quite foreign to her.

Foreign... An amusing word, considering she was the one alien to the land. It took a few tries to really accept this. The wolves she had encountered had been assistive, helpful... Yet she did not want to remain around them for long. It had been a culture shock, and continued to be one. It would be that way for some time until she adjusted to the situation she found herself in. Angel walked to where she heard water running, the muck on her gold coat something disgusting to her.

With her trade caravan in the wind, the members scattered... It was time to clean herself up and move on. Yes, she could mope. She could complain. She could bitch. But where would that get her? Nowhere, and nothing important would come of it! Spotting movement, she ducked behind some foliage before peeking out. A dark hued man, another wolf, was walking into the water. She decided to approach. No, she was not brave. Angel was not a bold woman in a strange land. But she needed to clean herself up.

Make herself presentable.

"Bonjour, monsieur" she prattled in her native tongue before remembering they did not speak French here. At least, to her knowledge anyway... "is this river taken?" she added, trying not to be too coy; some men were not into it. Ever the entertainer, Angelique sought to keep her company amused and content. No matter the gender she found herself with, she could easily charm. But wolves? Heathens, uncouth! Why did she even bother? Simple. She had to survive here. For as long as it took to obtain passage back home.

And if she had to use some folks along the way? More of a boon for her. She would do what it takes to make sure she survived this ordeal.

"Talk, 'Think.'
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