-- cerebral thunder

the boys, the girls, they all like carmen

Irin tilted her head a little as the other female drew closer, closing the distance between them, and Irin tucked her tail down a little, lowering her gaze as she focused on the ground at her paws. The other female didn't seem angry, and she was in fact entirely lovely, Irin had to admit, but Irin felt like a pebble next to a gemstone in that moment. She was a simple, lackluster thing compared to this brown beauty. It was a sensation that Irin wasn't too familiar with; so few of the other females that Irin had ever meant had been so absolutely, imperiously confident in themselves.

The female was startled by the sharpness of the words that spilled from Karmen's words, and only sheer force of will kept her from cringing. "What . . . what do you mean?" Irin asked blankly, gazing curiously at the other female. She was confused by what the female meant, and couldn't figure how something so pretty could have such poisonous words.

She missed the simplicity of her family sometimes. At least then, none of the wolves had been as confusing as the wolves that Irin was meeting across Alacritia. Especially this female.