DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

*Fiamette* · 10-23-2014, 02:48 PM

And it is rather surprising to smell the musky scent of a male wolf approaching her, carmine audits flicking toward her right as her eyes slide to follow her movements. Her gaze widens as a ebony coated male moves slowly toward the green oasis to approach her, and she feels the sudden desire to rise to her paws so she is not at a disadvantage should he be here to take advantage of her vulnerable state. She has every reason to be cautious around strangers, after all her mother had developed a toxic hatred for her and was known to be quite sly. She now viewed the wolves of Alacritis as snakes in the grass, each and every one of them having the potential to plot her demise. When the man does not directly walk up to her, and instead introduces his name while making a move toward the small water hole, she does not respond to his presence by raising like she had initially planned. She was too tired to get worked up over nothing, and by the way the male had introduced himself he did not seem like a threat. Marco was here too, so she would have help should their meeting turn sour. "Yes... "good" afternoon to you as well, Sage..." Her right brow cocks as her eyes trail the man's body from his feet to his head, she is not very impressed with his physical appearance, and it is obvious by the dull expression on her face. "I am Fiamette Sovari." She introduces herself in case this man does not already know her name.

"Speech"

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