Flurry lifted her brows at the other woman as she seemed incredulous. "If you'd believe it..." She lifted a paw to estimate about how tall her mother stood when next to her, a whole four inches or so taller than herself. "Maybe a bit bigger, apparently got an aunt who's taller than that even, and I heard she glows." Not that Flurry had ever met much of her mother's family. There was something in there about being related to a fallen god or something? Honestly she didn't know. "As for normal I guess it depends on which family you're lookin' at? The fangs and the horns are pretty common for my lot but suppose things might get more or less close to quote unquote 'normal' in other gene pools." She tipped her head down slightly to let the stranger get a better look at her horns. "Sure can, but I much prefer to use em to impress the ladies." She tossed the woman a wink. Like a buck in rutting season. In fact Flurry had yet to use either her horns or fangs in serious combat, just sorta whatever passed for a fight with her constantly flirting with her opponents. They should come up with a word for that.
Flurry let herself enjoy soaking in the heated waters. Listening to the other woman's story. Meadowlark, a very pretty name for a wolf who wasn't too hard on the eyes if you asked Flurry. "Well, their loss I guess." She sensed there was something there, something Meadowlark wasn't mentioning, something less than pleasant. Flurry wouldn't push. "You seem like pleasant enough company and I'm certainly not complaining." Flurry stuck her tongue out briefly and flashed the woman another wink. "Well then, got any questions about the locale? I can't promise I'll know the answer but I can promise I'll at least give you a fun lie." Another wink. How long had it been since she'd felt this free, this much like herself? Too long.
