So high
06-04-2015, 01:41 PM
She just smirked at his reply, her head shaking slightly as she let out a soft chuckle. He was a bit of a smart ass -- she liked that. Now this was the kind of wolf that she could actually find herself becoming friends with, something that she did not have many of. Well, friends that didn't hump her. She was pretty sure that Cascade was the only other wolf that she could call a comrade who didn't hump, while that didn't make her sad she did like the possibility of adding another to those small numbers. As she glanced up at the younger wolf, she tried hard to place the rest of his family. She did remember meeting one of his sisters, but she was the one who had been killed. Her ears pinned back slightly at the memory, but she quickly shook it off. This would not be a topic that they would discuss, not unless he brought it up himself.
As she latched onto his tail, she let out a giggle as he flopped to the snowy ground as if she had pulled him off of his perch. Delighted, her eyes glimmered with a sense of play as she tried to stand over him, puffing out her chest as if in great victory. At his words she let out a hardy laugh, her sides quivering at the strength of them. It had been a long time since she had laughed this much, and she instantly started to like this boy even more. "And you shall be the first victim of the Tigerkiller!" she called, attempting to dip down and poke at his neck with her nose, giggling slightly before she flopped own in the snow beside him. Who said she was too old for fun? It had been a long time since she had been so carefree like this, and she had him to thank for that. "So Atredes Treeclimber, Great Protector of Imperium, anything unusual you have spotted from your perch?" she asked, purple eyes casting down towards him. She had been starting to pick up on the faint scent of a wolf from another pack, mingled in with the scent of their own pack. She didn't like it one bit, Rhythm had someone from her old Abavenian pack with her here. Mercy didn't trust it, as her scent grew thicker in their land. She wondered if he had smelled her as well. Perhaps they could go on a little hunt...
"Speech"
'thoughts'
Mercy likes to swear and bite, and she can be unpredictable. She's not always nice, and is quick to jump into a fight. Thread at your own risk.
Mercy has a visible scar from her shoulders down to the middle of her back, in a v like shape. Not all of her art shows this.