Kia Silvermoon, who, incidentally, did not have a speck of silver on her, stood staring down into the dried riverbed, inspecting the veins of color that twinkled in the sun. She had never been here before, having traveled far, far from her birth pack to find a brand-new place to call home. This valley, with its beautiful rocks the color of the moon on a clear night, and its riverbed full of white, grey, and gold marble, was as good a place as any to call “home.” At least, temporarily. Every new place she came across had to be explored, thoroughly. So, each and every nook and cranny she ever stumbled upon was, at some point, a “home” of hers. It seemed in her blood to explore – and explore she did. And explore she would, until her dying breath. So, with not another thought, she carefully made her way down to the gleaming vein of marble, ready for adventures galore.

Her travels seem to take her to the most random destinations. She is not sure why she is here, standing beneath the blistering sun, staring at a stranger that stands a few yards in the distance. At first she had been exploring this place, but when she caught the whiff of a stranger on the breeze, she decided to investigate. Ever since her run in with the black male in the grapevine, she seeks to approach strangers before they can approach her. It was safer that way. Taking a few paces toward the stranger, she aims to close the distance between them, wanting to directly approach her. Apollyon is wrapped halfheartedly around her plush neck, and Marco is staying behind to observe until he is needed. Speech

Kia sniffed the ground all over the place as she padded along the dry riverbed. Many scents caught her attention – soil, plant life, animals – another wolf? She straightened and turned until her eyes landed on the very red female who was approaching her. Kia did not back away, instead standing her ground. Her tail went out behind her, the fur along her shoulders standing up. The female had given no verbal attention to herself, so Kia could only assume she’d been trying to sneak up on her. Of course, she didn’t know this for sure, but she couldn’t be too careful.

She didn’t make any growly sounds or pull her lips back or anything. So far, the red-and-black female – who also had a snake around her neck – had done nothing to hurt her. Carefully keeping her voice neutral, asked, “Who are you and what do you want?”

The stranger stops what she is doing and turns her attention on the carmine viper, who in response stops a few feet away. The woman seems weary, but does not make any aggressive gestures. When the woman addresses her, she smiles in amusement. "I am a traveler, and I have no intentions." She lazily responds, her facial features void of all emotion besides the smile spread across her lips. It is not an inviting smile, but a smile that expresses her interest. Apollyon slithers in a complete circle around her throat, his tongue slipping in an out of his mouth as he studies the stranger with intensity. He wonders what type of encounter they will experience today.

Kia lifted an eyebrow at the other female’s words. Her instincts were screaming at her that there was something off about this she-wolf, but Kia wasn’t one to run away from a challenge. Ohhhh no. She relished a good challenge. Sitting down resolutely and flattening her fur, she also gave her best smile. It did not reach her eyes, for it was not necessarily genuine, but something told her that the blood-red wolf wouldn’t care.

“I see,” she said, nodding a bit, attempting to warm the other to her. “No intentions, huh? Does that mean you have nowhere to be? Perhaps we could sit and talk for a while.” Of course, the wolf with the snake around her neck could refuse her offer, but Kia sincerely hoped she wouldn’t. It had actually been some time since she had spoken to another wolf. “I’m Kia,” she added as an afterthought, hoping the inclusion of a name would help the other settle into some sort of conversation.

After she makes her statement, the woman sits down and starts to relax. Fiamette remains where she is, her stance still and her gaze unwavering. The woman speaks, saying something she is not used to hearing. She is actually inviting her to sit and talk with her. How peculiar... most rogues she met were either aggressive and wanted to fight, or shy and ran away. "i'm Kia" Well, now she had to give her name... “My name is Fiamette.” She offers in response, and reclines slowly onto her haunches. Her ebony tipped tail curls around her front paws, and Apollyon slithers down her right leg to rest between her tail and her paws. He coils into a circle, hiding his body with her carmine pelt. His head is the only thing peeking out from her fur, heat detecting senses locked on the stranger to track her movements.   “What do you wish to discuss?” She queries.   “Speech”

Kia smiled to herself when Fiamette finally sat down, and nodded when the blood-red wolf introduced herself. She watched the snake slither down to the ground and keep his eyes locked on her. She was not intimidated by the she-wolf’s reptilian companion. On the contrary, he offered more of a challenge should things get ugly, though she hoped they didn’t. When asked what to discuss, she thought aloud. “Hmm…” After a moment or two, she asked, “Do you know anything about this place?” Her eyes and head moved around a bit to emphasize that she was talking about the valley. “I have just arrived and cannot wait to explore. Perhaps you could help me explore a bit?”