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Faint vocals had drawn in the behemoth, having taken the chance that night to sleep, she was not as fearful of what might befall her in a tired state. IF someone wanted a fight, she would gladly make the fur fly. Powerful paws would touch down upon the terra with nearly no sound, though the impact of her weight upon the ground might be felt to the small creatures beneath. As she approached, songs were heard from deep within the bowels of the cavern in the mountain. Intrigue drove her on, cerulean orbs fixed upon the entrance, seeking figures wreathed in shadows or heavenly creatures serenading her, selkies pulling her to her doom. There was nothing, but her skepticism would not be killed. Broad hips would sway sensually as she strode onward, long plume sweeping across tall heels. Her crown remained held loosely between her broad shoulders, movement much easier without danger of abuse by shorter objects like cave ceilings and branches. She would step through the entrance, seeking the source of the music. There was still nothing but an empty cave, where melodies rang out from different places every second. It was odd, magical.
A derisive snort would escape her charcoal sensor as she lifted her cranium to look about. This seemed like a good place to commune with the gods, should those voices prove to be heavenly signs. There were no words to these songs, simply a tune that weaved through the air wondrously, pitches seamlessly flowing higher and lower without warning. It was lovely, but nothing mesmerizing. Some of the voices held familiarity, but nothing the Viking princess could place nor cared to. It didn't really matter. She stepped further within, her golden form now cloaked in light shadows as the light from the entrance receded. Her cornflower blue optics scanned over her surroundings, taking in the sharp spires rising from the floor and dropping from the ceiling, some meeting in the middle to form pillars of varying girths. The steady, dim sound of water dripping from the tips of the stalactites provided a suspenseful ambiance to the moment.

As it should be, it was at that moment that the giantess heard the quiet breaths of another, and scented a feminine musk. A long inhale of breath brought the sweet tang to be tasted upon her tongue, which snaked out to run along her large pearl daggers. Her cranium would rise to it's full height upon her well muscled neck, and ever so slowly it would pivot to point her thick muzzle over her shoulder to see who this lady might be. A gunmetal coated she wolf, with an ebony mask and mercury optics. Small, but with an angular frame that the much larger woman wouldn't mind getting closer to. Or pressed up against. A wolfish grin would come to play at her inky lips, revealing those daggers. "Hello there, lovely." Her silken vocals would rumble as she turned to face the stranger. What a sensual creature, with a bold aura. Her charming grin would not cease, and she stood before the strange woman, awaiting a response. This would be interesting, a pretty face with a sublime body, alone with her in a dark cave.

"Speech"
'thoughts'