Making tracks

Deluge allowed her head to tip when the other woman asked why she spoke the way she did, she'd never given it thought before. “I was born east o' ere, ter a pack called Pirates Plunder. I never really thought abou' th' why... I jus' do, m' brothers too.” Her mother certainly didn't, and even their father was more articulate, but their parent's involvement in their upbringing had been... well, they mostly learned to talk from speaking to each other, maybe that was why?

At the talk of mates though, the girl chuckled again, “Anyone gettin' their nose outta joint about yer livin' a life before 'em isn't worth their salt, an what makes 'em think yer should stop at jus' one?” Not that the girl was serious enough to be thinking about anything as serious as mates, she could barely bring herself to seriously call Dread her boyfriend, and she had pretty much ruined his chances of getting away from her.

Heavy thoughts for another time perhaps.

Dried and cracked mud crumbled beneath her paws as she stuck her nose behind another of the moving stones, were her eyes decieving her, or was the earth a little darker here?

“Speech”