Face your demons

*Zanire* · 05-25-2013, 10:15 AM

Step, step, step, step. Her hed swung to the left, then to the right. Violet eyes scanning the ground, looking for breaks in the snow where there was some last traces of lush grass to munch on. Her ears flicked at little sounds aroud her, small prey animals burroing into th snow or a hare bounded off for cover at the lumbering beast. Something caught her attention though, snow crunching beneath a decently sized animal. She had been around long enough to know who it belonged to, so the beast came to a stop, turning her head to the side for her gaze to fall upon who she expected it to be. A wolf.

She looked upon the female, orbs running over her ebony body. She seemed like an average wolf, in good health and no physically visible marks on her body. Gargoyle had mentioned that black bear attacking a female, but it couldn't have been this one for she had no wounds.

The woman spoke up, identifying herself as Midnight of Glaciem and asked what Zanire's intentions were. This caused her head to tilt to the side, omething about her voice gave away she was trying to remain calm around the bear. Perhaps she had been with the wolf who was attacked? Why are you here?

Zanire did not speak right away, just stood there gazing at the shewolf. She wondered if Gargoyle had told his wolves about her yet, and that this one wasn't there at the time to find out that the bear was only here for the coming Winter, then would be gone once Spring came. Whatever it was, Zanire would answer her, try to keep her calm. She was here on friendly terms after all, even if she didn't ask for permission to den nearby.

She cleared her throat and gave a dip of her head to Midnight. My name Zanire. She began, lifting her head back up, violet orbs looking into Midnight's golden ones. I den nearby for Winter, me no mean harm to you wolves. Her voice held an accent, french, but as she spoke her sentences were choppy, obvious that it was not her first language. She had learned to speak wolf when she found Engo and Arya, brought into their little family, raised alongside their son.

She held no sign of aggression towards the shewolf, just a calm demeanor.

"normal.
talk.
think.
you."

Awesome image made by Clash. <3

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