two types of clever

Slender limbs would draw the ethereal dame forward, through the gentle caress of the willow trees. Their soft songs were a thing to be appreciated, and she felt as though this place was in need of exploration. There had been so many places she hadn't gotten to see in her childhood, though as she'd grown older she'd grown more fond of exploration. Places like these called to her, though quite a bit stronger than they did now. There was so much in her mind it was hard to be occupied by such places anymore, as depressing as that notion was. Softly the towering ghoul would pad silently across the warm terra, humidity clinging to her fur unpleasantly. Mercury optics would idly scan over the willows, languid strides effortless as she crossed the landscape. Pallid banner would sweep gently across her tall heels, slim hips swaying with each impossibly long stride.

Pale audits would flick toward the sound of another, gentle sounds of movement somewhere to her right. Cranium would swing toward the sounds, tilting ever so slightly to one side. Dark paws would carry her toward the kerfuffle, seeking to find the creature responsible. It wasn't too grand a break in the peace of this place, but she wasn't entirely happy to have the ambiance disturbed. The other would come into view quickly, russet for the most part, mottled with various shades of brown. Moonstone orbs would gaze upon the stranger with mild curiosity, blinking once. The male lay in a rather curious pose, though she could hardly blame him. Her thick coat made the sweltering heat almost unbearable, and yet she remained. Clearly she must be mad in some aspect, right? Not a muscle would be moved, nor would her expression shift from anything other than blankness. Masks were something she wore constantly, at ease with a facade of cold severity.

This wasn't the first wolf she'd met here, and surely he would not be the last. Decidedly, he was a small and shaggy beast, without much appeal to her. Softly would a snort escape her, not one of derision or harshness, simply of thoughtfulness. Another sound would not escape her, though her neutral stare downward at his form was no doubt unnerving enough. Her mothers eyes had been described as consuming and ethereal, she recalled, and her own must be no better; being the same in colour. Brows would knit together in the slightest, waiting for a reaction. What would the other do, when faced with another of such stature and presence as herself. Surely it would be odd, but she couldn't think it would be all that unpleasant. Tactics played out in the back of her mind, calculated strikes of weak points upon the males body should he prove hostile. Meanwhile, opalescent orbs would continue to flick nonchalantly over his form. Stance was nonthreatening as she could be, tail hanging casually at her rump; tip twitching on occasion. Coiled muscles would remain taut, but hackles remained low and audits were shoved forward- the only sign of true curiosity.