whale I would never

Absinth was out and about as usual, for what excitement was there if you did not actively seek it out? Exactly, fuck all. If she happened across a bear, or a big cat, or even another wolf to torment with her words alone – as the wound at her side reminded her with every itch of its scabbing range. She was doing well to keep herself out of trouble within the Band, but every sight she caught of that bastard Rhazien made her facade crack little by little. She had so much venom building up on her tongue, and no sorry soul to take the brunt of it. It was a wonder she wasn’t cursing the heavens now, going stark raving mad with anger. Haha.

Still, as much as she would like to go and torment something, someone – the amount of mischief she could get up to had to be limited. You know, for reputation's sake. With a sigh the monochromatic woman trekked across the Sound, wagering she would head to the shore for a chance to catch a seal at the water’s edge. Instead, she found a different object of interest.

There among the rocks wandered a very small wolf. A dark coat with the appearance of flames dancing along its body. From her distance she could see saber fangs, but not much else. A child? The scent did not indicate that it was a kid as the breeze kicked up to her advantage. Her skull cocked to the side, observing for a bit longer before she pressed forward – Absinth kept quiet and awaited her presence to be noticed before she did anything else. Though, she was on a clear path to run into the little stranger.
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