smooth as a cactus

The east was an interesting place, she would never be able to deny that. Nor would the giant ever be able to truly leave it behind her. With a small sigh, she examined the cliff face. She'd been here before, she mused. Or maybe not? There was a surprising plethora of cliffs all over the eastern lands of Alacritia. Gorges, seaside cliffs, and the like. Eventually, they all began to blur together. However, this one was quite nice. Frost bitten flowers wilted, leaving the air heavy with their aromas. Soon even that coolness would fall away, leaving nothing but the all consuming heat and dampness only those in the east knew. This was a rather strong scent, but didn't mask the musk of another. Her cerulean gaze fell upon the form of a ruby male, and one brow quirked curiously. That was an interesting shade. Tongue would snake out to clear the remnants of her meal from her maw, sanguine fading from her golden fur.

Gargantuan paws would ease into a startling silence as she padded forward, approaching the male from behind as she examined him. He was a rather fine looking creature, and his coat was something to behold. She was rather intrigued to know if it was real. Or was he one of those wolves that dyed their coats with berry juices and all that? It looked rather thoroughly saturated, for one so young. "Hello." Rumbled a voice like distant thunder, as she appeared at his side. Gazing down at him curiously, she waited a moment before speaking again. Crimson seemed to be a rather dominant pallor upon his frame, as even his eyes were brilliantly filled with the hue. "May I sit?" She asked, for once not out and out flirting right away. It was a strange day indeed.

"Speech"
'thoughts'