Lackadaisical. "Snarky." 'Cunning.'

In her travels, Maude had seen her fair share of trash heaps, and knew that for the most part, nothing good ever came out of them. Broken glass, withered scraps of paper, a rusty chunk of metal, all generally useless things that could only ever has value in the paws of a true crafting genius... which she was not. However, she also knew that sometimes, if you are very lucky, you might stumble upon something truly worthy in those heaps of garbage, something that could change your life forever.

Her father had once found such an item... a skull of some foreign creature they'd never before seen, made entirely of some shiny black rock. He himself had thought nothing of it, and probably would've tossed it aside had one of his then gang members not informed him it was the remnant of a creature that had lived long, long ago, thus making it very rare and very VERY valuable. Of course then he kept it, and being the crafty son-of-a-bitch he was, had plans to use that skull to bring one of his rival gangs to their knees, knowing their leader was greedy as all hell and would do anything - even sacrificing his men - to get that relic. At the time, due to how much trouble it would cause them over the next few months of her life, Maude hoped they'd never go rummaging through another trash heap again... but now, now that she was on her own and no longer afraid of raising a little hell for the sake of keeping enemies off her back, she found herself drawn to any and all sources of potential artifacts or trinkets like the one her father had scored.

Of course, for the sake of not getting to dependent on the idea, she never really expected to find anything that influential, but it might still be nice to find something unique she could take with her, like a souvenir for her travels. Additionally, as she scanned over the piles of rubbish and gingerly turned things over, mindful of the glass, she was also in the market for things she could use to build traps, figuring that might be a more efficient way of hunting for a lazy wolf like herself.

The stench of this place alone was enough to raise the hackles on Leera's nape. Picking her way across the rubbish, her dark lips melted into a grimace -- what was all of this stuff? And who was responsible for discarding it so horribly here? She didn't quite understand the concept of possessions. To Leera, the only thing that was worth taking and keeping for one's self was power, and she knew that wasn't tangible could be left on the ground like litter. She couldn't believe anyone would actually be here longer than just passing through, so when she spies a golden figure in the distance, she's caught slightly off guard. Ears set against her head. She took in a heaping amount of oxygen, testing the air for the stranger's scent. It was female, and she decided to take a slight detour. "Looking for something?" she croned, stepping towards the other wolfess. Her small pink eyes were fixed hard on her, but she genuinely curious to see what the wolf was up to.