i am the voice of your hunger and pain

The creature didn't seem offended by her question, instead striking a humorous pose that coaxed a smile from Qanik despite everything. "A horse? I'm afraid I've never heard of your kind." She studied the... horse carefully. She was fascinating, quite aside from the novelty of being spoken to by an obvious herbivore. Prey animals didn't usually seem inclined to speak to carnivores, for whatever reason... she'd always assumed they were simply too stupid. Obviously she'd been wrong. And there were different breeds, too? So they didn't all look like her? Qanik wondered how they differed.

But she'd introduced herself, and Qanik could not possibly be so rude as to fail to rise to the occasion because of her foolish lovelorn depression - though she could not quite bring herself to actually get to her paws quite yet. Mustering a polite smile, the white wolf dipped her head in greeting. "I am glad to meet you, Obsidian. I am Qanik."

Something had been niggling at her mind for a little bit since the horse had approached her, - the scent of Valhalla, though she could see and Qanik had dismissed it as wishful thinking since she'd been missing Flamesong, but now that she'd grown a little more accustomed to the scent of horse, she was beginning to realize the scent was coming from Obsidian. She furrowed her brow in confusion. "You're Valhallan?" she asked incredulously, then mentally smacked herself for her rudeness. "I'm sorry, I just never imagined a... er... an herbivore, being part of a pack." Particularly Flamesong's pack... what were the odds of that?



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