Silver Moraine There is Nothing to Change in This Stranger's War

Good moods hadn't use to be a common thing with Sen, but since entering the Wilds they'd started to appear more often. It was strange how a simple change of scenery could present such an affect to living things. Sadly, however, one of those strange good moods hadn't appeared in awhile—or, to be more precise, since everything with the salt-scented wolves started. Since then, plus with the ember's raise to power, Sen hadn't been in a feel-good type of mood. He body had, more or less, started going about on a type of “autopilot”, making her appear as someone devoid of emotion. That wasn't the case, however, she was just stuck within her own mind, trying to work through things on her own. A break from everything was what she'd needed, especially since it was the first truly stressful situation she'd ever been introduced to. But a break from her thoughts seemed as if it would be an impossible thing to come by, but once again, she was met with a surprise.

When the playful growl had sounded, the dark wolf contemplated ignoring it and continuing on as if she were deaf to the world around her, but after further consideration she felt that to be a terrible idea. Her head turned just enough for her to cast a glance over her shoulder, and just in time to see the girl lowering herself into a play bow. Quietly, she snorted at the sight. With her legs on several different rocks and her rump in the air, she looked rather ridiculous, but who was Sen to judge. They were mere strangers with the opportunity to play a game placed before them, and the sooty girl found herself wishing to play along. It couldn't hurt to act a bit kinder towards others, and what better way to do that then to play a harmless game with someone she'd never seen before? She sniffed first, however, just to make sure the other didn't smell like the sea, and was relieved to find she didn't.

Though hesitant at first, for concern of looking like a fool, Sen eventually lowered herself into a bow of her own, her tail flickering about much like a cat's would behind her. She'd yet to figure out exactly what they were to play, and so she waited for the other to make the first move. To every kind being in the world, she hoped it wouldn't be any sort of play fight. She'd had enough of real fighting to hold her over for, oh, the rest of her life, probably. Sen was an antagonizer, not a fighter. Little did she know that she would actually love the game the other had in mind, since it involved one of her favorite activities—running.