Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby?
The giant girl had barely rested, but that wasn’t going to stop her trying to make up for lost time. Head slung low, looking more a wraith than a wolf, mismatched eyes were squinting into the darkness, darting wildly from side to side. A lip curled up defiantly, flashing white canines in the moonlight, a low growl announcing her presence and frustration to any within earshot. Daphne was too restless to sleep and so she found herself prowling between the gleaming carapaces of long dead machinery, the skin beneath her fur itching with a volatile need she couldn’t quite place a paw on.
"speech".
What Daphne hadn’t expected to hear was a voice. She stopped in her grumbling and lifted her head, mismatched eyes scanning the moonlit plateau. She even chuckled darkly at the second question, daring to answer with a bitter grin on her lips, "Feelin’ dead and bein’ dead are still two different things, best I can tell." She shook out her coat, releasing some of the pent up frustration as fur flew loosely and glittered in the moonlight. She really should start taking better care of herself. "You from around here?" She questioned, peering into the dark, still unable to quite pinpoint the location of the other. "Sorry if I’m intrudin’." She really hoped she wasn’t. This place might be pretty cool in the daylight.
"speech".