So you seem like a nice guy

Speaks. This place was a lot better than that wretched casket of pure agony. Rocks, rocks everywhere. She now officially hated them. At least she met a queen there...a legit person who she actually found interesting and wasn't a boy. Hah. How rare and interesting. The weather outside was a bit overwhelming...but with all this shade, she was relieved and relatively in a good mood. But what interested her most about this place...was the hue in which seemed to glow off the trees. A russet crimson pigmentation in which the babe adored.
Although it did have the faint aroma of others...many others. Maybe a pack had called this place their home. But by the faded smell that clung to the trees and the bushes...they seemed to be gone now. Thank god. Today she wasn't quite in the mood to deal with pissed pack wolves that didn't like to share their land. Sometimes she was bored and she decided to just stride onto territories without giving a shit. But right now...no. She'd rather choke on a god damn bone.
Pale sapphire eye would scan the empty territory bluntly, ears flicking forward as she searched for the slightest sound around her. Her long fluffy tail swayed casually between her tall hind legs. Though her sore joints were prepared to extend- and she wasn't afraid to face anything around her. Like a fool who thought of this land as theirs. A pack that owned and called this place their home she could understand. But a fat, antisocial pig who was alone and yet carried the audacity to claim a land as theirs? No.
Beneath her paws would dried leaves crunch and snap, along with a few thin twigs and sticks. It didn't bother her. Most would be concerned by the noise they were making in such a blunt, empty area that was way too silent to be normal. But Deirdre didn't mind it at all. Not even with her blind eye. Her weak, vulnerable spot. The woman forced a sigh to spill from her lips, paws finally pausing where they were. She leaned back on her torso and moaned. Boring...to have no company.