Mount Apikuni don't go out tonight

conversation grinds grows dull; she has never been good at this and therefore finds it to be normal. one of the many drawbacks of a life meddled with and interfered in. she is meek yet; ears half-mast and tail curled. her mere appearance is enough to consider her such; crafted with none of the fire and ironwood of the wolves, none of the burnished sleekness of the coyotes. 

yet he is made in the disjointed fashion of a creature like her; not entirely meant for this earth. she was merely made too small, too bleached. he was made in the shape of no wolf, and yet there he stood; gaze dragged from a world artificial. 

"nor are you. not really."  he was wolf plain enough, through and through, yet clearly something more. gaze met his once more, the allure of his eyes like an eclipse; she must look away lest it burn her. her ears swept back once more, as if to downplay the words.