Just A Friendly Face...

Mercy had grown bored of waiting around for something to happen, so she went out to go and look for it herself. Rolling her scared shoulders she made her way to the Redbud Nook, far enough away from her pack that she knew that she wouldn't run into anyone she knew. She was craving a fresh face and new stories, perhaps more pretty things to look at. Smirking, she made her way to the trees and wove herself around them. It had been quite awhile since she had run into another pretty being...

She watched him approach her tree, purple eyes gazing at his white and red form as he made her way to the base of a tree. She had hopped up to a low hanging branch and was standing on it, elongated tail straight out behind her to aid in balance. Ah, so the little man had not seen her yet, had he? Mercy let out a chuckle, flopping down on the branch and allowing her front paws to stretch towards him, tail hanging limply from the wood. "My my, what do we have here?" she asked in a coy voice, her black marked face gazing down at him. She did not move from her perch, dangling much like a cat before the male. Her head dropped down towards him, keeping herself elevated above him. He seemed shorter than her 38 inches, but it was hard to tell in her current condition. She tilted her marked face slightly, waiting for the stranger to speak. Mercy did not offer her name, nor did she say anything else. She just... waited, very much like a poised cat ready to pounce.

"Speech"
'thoughts'