misadventures

A stranger appeared, of all things. A puny stranger, with a pelt that bore no colour, no cosmos or intricacies. What the fuck? The galactic behemoth would lift her front half, decorated forelimbs raising her into a slouched pose that was still quite a bit higher than this stranger. Her russet coat was plain, muted. This was the strangest thing ever to occur to the giant. Amethyst gaze was held upon the form of this she wolf, who simply dropped a rabbit at her feet and spouted something in a tongue she hardly recognized. Damn her brother for distracting her during her fathers lessons. Tall audits would flick hesitantly backwards as she continued to regard this queer looking fae. Optics would narrow as her brows lowered in uncertainty. What kind of place was this, where the wolves bore no stellar pelts? Large crown tilted to one side quizzically, trying to puzzle this out silently. Was this maybe a runt? An outcast?

Slowly, cranium would lower towards the kill, eyes locked on the stranger. Celestial tail tip would thump heavily against the terra beneath her, a warning, just in case this was a false offer. She did not accept take-backs. Inky lips would peel back from ivory daggers, jaws parting to sink her fangs into the prey. It was still warm, blood trickled from the puncture marks made by her teeth. Using one immense forepaw to brace the hare against the soil, she ripped into the kill. Gods above, there was nothing in the world better than this taste. A low moan of delight left her, and her eyes fluttered closed to enjoy the coppery taste. When the meat slithered down her throat, she licked the blood from her lips so she may thank this wolfess without seeming uncouth. "Vi blagodaram, stranec. Se plašam Jas ne može da bile vo možnost da se Jade za nekoe vreme, ako ne toa mi nadaren." Husky vocals would purr, crown dipping in thanks. They were obviously strained by language barriers, but hopefully her point was made. Another delicious bite took up a moment or two of her time, though she did keep an eye on the russet female.

One brow would rise, inquisitive, as she swallowed down another morsel. Were all the wolves here like this? Not generous, she didn't mean that, because she would not be seeking generosity very often. After all, she was strong enough to take care of herself. Were they all so bland? Surely she could not be the only one here with the galaxies in her coat. Did anyone here speak her language, she suddenly wondered. Having to use the common tongue of English would be so irritating, and she knew she would be hopeless unless she could find her brother. He was the best of the two of them, though he still wasn't very good at it. Worth a shot, she guessed.

When the last of the rabbit had disappeared into her maw, she cleaned the gore from her jaws carefully before speaking. "Big man, look... me." She began, melodies thick with a heavy Macedonian burr and the husky quality of someone who had recently swallowed most of the sea. "You.. see?" She finally asked, hating herself for not being able to speak it properly. No doubt she sounded like a mad woman, raving like a lunatic. Or, even worse, the wolfess didn't speak the common tongue either.