Curiosities [open]

Harlequin was massive for a hyena, standing at a menacing thirty-two inches, of course here on this God forsaken spit of land she was average border lining small. But of course such things did not seem to matter too terribly much, she was built to bring down equine, powerful, thick muscles rippled towards the front of her frame she was not afraid of wolves in the slightest. Her boxy muzzle swooped around as a battle cry tore from the shrubs, her onyx orbs narrowing in on the placid creature as it skidded to a halt before her. Her ears pinned back towards her cranium, the sound grating against her nerves and dropped her head to better examine the small beast, paying no heed to its words.

She could snap it in two with one quick crunch of her jaws. Why did this all seem so humorous. A smile spread across her maw and she chuckled, low and deep within the confines of her chest at his apparent rage, an answering howl, echoing somewhere off behind her. So the little shit had friends did he? How intriguing. Wolves always were bizarre creatures. Her fur ruffled, the mohawk careening from side to side as she snorted.

"Business? I have no business with you aside from the fact that your body mars my path. What business do you have with me?" Her voice was deep, guttural, reverberating in the confines of her chest. Such amusements she discovered across these lands! She wondered, if this was their border patrol, who their alpha might be? A wombat perhaps? Just barely, did she manage to keep her laughter contained.