ardent

poisoned rationality



Dada

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
49
size
Small
build
posts
24
player
01-08-2015, 09:37 PM (This post was last modified: 01-08-2015, 09:39 PM by Dada.)



She didn't even notice the gentle splish and splash of footsteps behind her, and she should have been ashamed for being so oblivious. However, it was impossible for her to miss the bump against her hind leg that sent her stumbling forward. Her chest brushed against the surface of the still water as she- just barely- saved herself from keeling over headfirst into the water. Whirling around, she was grinning like a dork. It was probably one of her tribesmen, playing a joke on her.

Instead, a stranger. Scents washed into her nostrils, showing that it was yet another wolf from the north. Why was it never one of her clan? The dove so hated the constant threat of being attacked by these warmongers. However, this one had a youthful innocence in it's features. She hesitated, jaws parted in the barest threat of an outcry. The curly pelted wolfess gazed at the strange youth, blinking whiskey optics in a curious, wary way. He was bigger than her by several inches, which was in itself worrying, but she also was wondering if the young looking male yet had the instinct to attack her. Or worse. Eat her up. "Ti o dara owurọ, odo kan." She greeted him hesitantly. Her ears tilted back nervously, hackles partially raised anxiously. She wasn't in a very good position right now, was she?

Translation: Good morning, young one.



"Speech"

Thanks Luis for this lovely image!