Wolf RPG

The pale fae withdrew with a startled gasp, recoiling with a flutter of yellow celandine buttercups trailing from her lips. The northron danced back a few steps skittishly, watching with fearful dark eyes as the coils of an argent serpent writhed and glinted in the sunlight.

The healer shifted on her paws, nose preening delicately to the air to sniff curiously in the snake's direction - as if to decide whether or not it was safe to dash forward and snatch her gathered herbs before fleeing.

The serpent had seemed just as startled as she; its silver head rose to peer at her in return with two tiny black chunks of onyx. It was a harmless variety that the woman was more than happy to let be, so long as she fled unscathed.

Before the blanchard could move to grab her plants and escape, the groundsnake slithered from its place beneath the bushes - winding its way rapidly across the forest floor to curl around one ivory foreleg like a strange anklet.

"Umm.." She squeaked softly in surprise, freezing in place lest she startle the ophidian into biting her.

The scarred waif twisted her head around to gaze at the snake in wonder and apprehension - her fear evaporating at the familiarity of the reptile's weight.

She needn't fear a fanged bite - though she no longer recognized Nayethi, it was clear the snake was intended to be her familiar.

There was little to do aside from brood but that had only served to bore. There was too much time left in the day to sleep the rest away, though Dulce had little energy to do much else. After a few moments of internal argument, she finally decided that in place of trying to dream the sun away, she would use it to properly introduce herself to one of her packmates.

Of course, this urge only lasted for so long; she grew tired of wandering in search of strangers, who she wasn't truly keen on meeting anyway. Ahead materialized the scarred body of a familiar blanchard, to whom Dulce made a swift approach. Olvida! she called, not realizing the situation she was walking into. After spotting the snake, she acted quickly, using her paw to bat violently at the creature's head. Son of a bitch!

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