Whrist stood over a Raven, it hopped around under her chin, cawing and flipping it’s wings, very much looking like a weird winged puppy, She laughed softly and dropped some meat into it’s open beak. It was strange she abhorred pups but this Raven she adored and treated it almost like one would treat a puppy. Well one that you could train to perform tasks. Her favourite trick was calling it to her and having it brush by the wolf she was with. She loved keeping others off their game.
Her ears flicked behind her as she heard someone coming quickly she lifted her paw and flicked it into the Raven; it cawed indignantly and hopped away a few paces. She turned and found a tiny wolf.. a puppy her eyes went wide and she stared at the small intruder. Her tail went slack and hung limp behind her, her breathing hitched and her eyes went wider then they have ever been. She didn’t know how to act what to say she just stared…
Whrist's light blue orbs widened impossibly more she swallowed thickly and backed up, she couldn’t help the low rumble low that emanated from her throat.
If the bird had not hopped away she might have thrown it at the 'tiny wolf' just to distract it. She glanced around frantically looking for someone anyone else, but found no one. They way the tiny wolf moved make her worry, and it was coming far to close far to fast
She did recognize the scent of Aerin however it did very little to calm her down, though it did stop her from baring her teeth at the pup instead her voice filled in the air in shaky tone she had never heard come from herself before “Stop!” Whrist pleaded tripping up on a rock and falling into a sitting position.
The growl gave her the tiniest bit of pause but it wasn't enough to deter the energetic tot, her parents growled sometimes too but she'd never known the sound to mean anything bad -- even if the noise Whrist made wasn't exactly the same. It wasn't until the tall shadow yelped out in fear and fell back on her dark haunches that the golden girl was derailed from her tracks, skidding to a halt and falling back on her own rump clumsily in a similar fashion.
A curious noise escaped her, "otay..?" The question was accompanied by a tiny, amused grin -- too young to understand or appreciate true concern or empathy, but knowing this was something her mother asked when she fell down or hurt herself. The chimera's wispy curl of a tail whisked across the ground, thumping a happy tune that likely matched the frantic beating of the she-wolf's heart.