volkano?

Huh? That was kinda a weird thing to say, weren't it? Or at least Maki hadn't really expected the exchange to start like this. She blinked owlishly, mismatched paws all grey with dust and soot as she turned. It didn't quite occur to her that the comparison was meant to be an insult, that the person poking fun at her was in fact her second cousin. Small world, and all that. As if wolves she met were just characters on a page, only present when the story needed them.

"I don't think so." She tilted her head as she observed the pup, cooking up some comparison to offer in return. Her smile, to Maki's mismatched gaze seemed a little mischievous, but not outright malicious. She knew how evil looked in fiction, but in reality? She wasn't equipped to differentiate it, her world a soft pink with her rose-tinted glasses. Even the ruins beneath the volcano felt separate from the reality of the situation, she didn't stop to think wolves had died here. "You kinda look like a painting, you know that paint thats all watery."