Alive N� Out Of Control

The male spoke, vocals much softer than she'd anticipated. She inched forward, crown rising ever so slightly so she could get a better look at him. He posed many queries, the first being that it was in his opinion a fine day for living. She nodded slowly, never one for words. One paw would draw forward, but she decided against moving any closer at the last second. His next question was one she couldn't really answer, so she simply shrugged, gaze falling briefly to the ground at her feet. She was a ghost, wandering restlessly across the landscape in search of something she couldn't name. But that wasn't what she wanted to focus on now, she didn't want to think about her brother happily living without her. She missed him, but he'd moved on, it seemed.
Her gaze flicked back up to the male, and she scrutinized the masked man. Something was definitely off about him, but he was being kind at the moment. Maybe she could say something, it wouldn't hurt to ask a question of her own. Words were not difficult for her to form, she simply didn't enjoy speaking. It was probably something caused by her tormented childhood, a preference not to make herself known with words. It was easier to remain silent, the adults always hit her when she spoke. Vili, her own father, cared not for her, and found it was suitable to beat her when she made an appearance. Just because she'd cared for Ullr when no one else would. She sighed, and decided saying something wouldn't be such a horrible thing to do. "What are you doing here?" Her soft, gravelly lyrics inquired in turn. It was only fair, a wolf must have a reason to visit the blood soaked plains. Was he seeking a battle? The tri shaded femme was seeking no such thing, and suddenly wondered if she'd accidentally put herself in a place she shouldn't be.

"Speech"