dancers to a discordant system

The silence of the forest was interrupted by the sound of manic laughter. Though high-pitched and gleeful, it seemed peculiarly vacant and bizarre to him. His senses would slowly fixate on the sound as he swung his head low to the ground, and then to the left, searching for the source of the jovial sound. The voice was accompanied by incoherent speech, muffled by the distance that separated the two of them, as well as the dense fog that hung over the forest floor. Anxiety began to creep into his heart, wondering if someone had begun to follow him. Perhaps Loki had sent someone to follow him, he thought; or was it Víðarr, the god of the forest, sent to find him? Kapra would jerk his entire body around dramatically, searching for the one who was approaching.

Slowly, the sound of the stranger's pawsteps grew louder. The brute's eyes would widen dramatically as his gaze searched for her, settling on her when he finally found her.  "Und so kommt sie," he breathed, his nose flaring as he exhaled sharply. His eyes would widen a bit more as he took in her coat -- a stark contrast of pink and white, like nothing he'd ever seen before. "Wie ein Geist, von Víðarr sich gerufen. Obwohl - das ist eigenartig - sie spricht !" he'd muse, his voice deeply skeptical despite the animated, bewildered look that had come over him. And yet he would jerk further away from her, his lips quivering as he examined her. He could not trust her, no, not until she proved herself. "Who has sent you?" he'd inquire sharply, his hackles raising, watching as the colors of her fur seemed to shift, ebbing and flowing like the waves of the ocean before his very eyes as his sanity begin to tilt under the influence of the plant he'd decided to consume.