Oh, now, this was a pretty place. The dark-coated bitch cocked her head as she strode through the Rosebud Nook's glamorous expanse. The trees burst into color, carrying pinks and incredible greens; Auriga paid that no real mind. She had better things to do than gawk at the landscape. Let a lesser wolf do that. Auriga licked across her jaw and glanced from one side to the other, paws carrying her over spring-soft grasses. Her tail twitched. There was a sense of delight in her chest, that she was able to witness this place and sully it with her very presence! How delightful. As she walked, Auriga sniffed at the air. There ought to be herbs about... So, with a smug smile, she slipped forward and began to rustle through plants, eyes sharp, peering for anything that looked like it was worth taking back to the family. As she dug, she did see some moss, but moss... well. She'd get that later. "Auriga"

Sanguine rested soundlessly under the heaviness of trees. Spring came swiftly and with it, the arrival of various different types of plants. Some red, purple and others far more vibrant. They called to the woman to explore them. But, she just couldn’t find the urgency or desire to stand. Her body still sore from last month’s dominant fight. The mere thought of it caused a sigh to slip free.

She’d tried her best to stir clear of her sister. Over time, the colossal female did nothing but get worse. Was this what love meant? To be malled or punished in a way of scars and suffering? Sang coughed out a growl against the dryness of her throat. Not liking the mere fact of being bullied. She still wished to poison the pale mutant who’d ruined her entire life.

With another sigh, her eyes watched the birds above.

She picked through the plants, stopping only as she saw a woman, laying alone. Auriga's head tilted; the Saxe bitch knew her tastes, and this stranger didn't quite meet them... but she knew the tastes of her siblings, and perhaps one of them would like her. As Auriga paused long enough to lift a trio of fly agaric mushrooms and tuck them away, noting their toxicity and potential uses -- both trances and vomiting, sickness-- she considered her options.

Should she ....?

Yes. She should.

Auriga advanced towards the stranger, fixing her with a devilish sort of smile; a Saxe's smile, full of confidence and hunger and the hint of brutal desire that none of them could shake.

"Day isn't treating you well, it seems." Her voice is a low murmur, a sibilant sound that promises many things. "What's got you so down, stranger? The season of love not fit you right?"Her ears flick forward, and there's a keen look on her face. The bitch in front of her looks... interesting. Perhaps she'll be willing to share a bit of herself -- her story, mind. Not her flesh.

"Auriga"

The birds became less and less visible. Making her gaze drop from the skies to land on a very large… woman? Her voice threw Sanguine completely off; however, she was sure a glimpse of something hanging below provided the wolf to be…. She shook her head in confusion. Dropping her attention to the grass below. A low grow of annoyance fall free at the mere thought that another, now, saw her appearance before it could fully heal. Not as if it hadn’t already. It was just the overwhelming feeling of low self confidence being shot into existence.

Words were spoken and for awhile Sanguine ignored the woman. Refusing to answer immediately as she slid into a sit. Instead of a lying position. Was this another bully here to add more scars to her face? ”Have you heard of a bitch named Lurid?”

While the she-wolf ignored her, Auriga made her own fun. She began to nose through the plants again, aware that in these pines and upon this dirt there was plenty of room to find what she was looking for. Flipping over a half-crushed bark-strip, Auriga's ears snapped forward in delight as she noticed more of the hallucination-causing mushrooms; she gathered them in eager, greedy paws. This would be perfect. She could already see some use out of them, if the Saxes happened to capture another...

Ah!

The bitch wasn't ignoring her anymore.

Auriga snapped her head to Sanguine, and her head tilted. "I've not," she admits. "But I know what the word means. If she's anything like the word, then she must be an utter horror to be around." Her voice sounds dry. Auriga isn't actually expressing fear of Lurid-- instead, she's mocking the woman, through her name. Simple as. "D'you have some sort of problem with her, eh?"

"Auriga"