Where Shall We Go Next?

Well shit. The red woman had no idea. Desponia sighed and seated herself on the ground with a flump, less graceful than she might normally strive for but she was tired of walking, sue her. Her gaze moved to the small dark shape noticing for the first time that the stranger was accompanied by a fox, one who seemed to not be a fan of Desponia. For her part she simply narrowed her eyes at the small creature. Desponia was an inherently distrustful wolf, so she wasn't about to get too worked up over someone distrusting her, besides she honestly was a little happier looking at the fox than the red stranger, the color reminded her too much of her sister's brats. There was never an escape.

"I don't suppose there's any chance you have a plan for getting out of here without walking in circles forever?" As if she'd ever be that lucky. At this point she didn't care if it turned out she ended up dropped in the lap of some pack that ate intruders or whatever, at least then she'd be out. Though she supposed that if the woman did have a plan it seemed like her companion might try and bar Desponia from even following behind her. That sounded in line with her luck too. Never an escape.


"Speech"