Sen's still working toward her Outrider trade, so she's out to try a little recruiting if she can.
Would prefer lone wolves, but anyone can join. c:
It was a difficult terrain she'd found herself on, but far from unfamiliar. Growing up on a mountain range, she knew of dangers the lurched around the area, but nowadays didn't give them so much as a second thought. She was too arrogant for her own good, yet still found a way to be careful. How Sen managed to complete such a feat was a mystery—then again, what of the raven female couldn't come off as being mysterious? Hardly anything, that's what. She'd always made sure of that, finding an air of unknown to keep away any pests or unwanted guests. It wasn't the greatest repellent, often being the thing to draw others in while her personality and snarly attacks pushed them miles away.
Today, though, she found herself not in the presence of another with an intent to bother them, but alone instead. She hadn't noticed it at first, but the fact that her pack was relatively small was clear to her now. However unbearable Sen could be at times, she was still determined to work towards recruiting new members. If it meant playing nice and wearing false smiles, she was more than happy to do just that. The task would be difficult, but she didn't mind a bit of a challenge. Looking around, she suspected she should have chose a better place to start, but it was too late now. Her legs had already carried her to the area and through the sand, and the stubborn female had no intentions of returning empty handed; or at least without speaking to another.
At first, Sen had been far to busy doing absolutely nothing to realize another presence had appeared. She'd just been standing around, admiring the area and thinking of ways to act kinder towards other—or to at least pretend—but that was interrupted. Something pulled her gaze from the lake and sandy shore, dragging it over to the form of the new male. He just stood there, not seeming to hold any care, and hadn't said anything either. That was enough to get rid of the woman's idea of trying to be kinder, and she was brought back to her normal mindset and way of speaking. "Hey," she voiced. "What brings you here, cinnamon stick?" One of the lamest names she could come up with, but the wolf wanted to act fast and that seemed to pop right into her mind. What a cinnamon stick was, she'd hadn't the slightest idea, but it sounded as if it could fit him well. If it didn't, well, it's just be another mistake she'd never admit to. After all, Sen and mistakes never went together in her head.
Turning around completely so her back was no longer to the other lupine, she allowed a small smirk to form across her maw. She was probably just digging herself into a hole, but reforming her entire being no longer seemed appealing. Sen was, more or less, a creature of habit, and trying to change in the blink of an eye just wasn't going to cut it.
Apologies for the shortness/suckiness. Muse had been on the rocks.
The corner's of the female's mouth twitched a bit, as if a frown was trying to form, but she mentally batted it away. She didn't get a reaction from the male, which was disappointing, but she wasn't about to let that get to her. He had, instead, suggested she introduce herself, and even mentioned he would do the same. Sounded boring, like most introductions were, but she didn't not answer. "Name's Sen," she told him, her previous smirk falling from her features. Those showed enjoyment on some level, and she was no longer enjoying herself. It appeared as if this wolf, whoever he was, would be just another uneventful encounter for Sen, leaving her with nothing to rejoice in afterwards. All in all, it seemed it would be as lame as her 'cinnamon stick' comment.