Silver and Red

indent Roia watched wearily as the drappa approached. Her coat was a stunning black that shimmered blue as she passed under rays of light. Reminiscent of Raven feathers, she thought. Striking green eyes gazed at Roia warmly and the she-wolf could not help but relax a little. The black wolf approached with a strange smelling paste and Roia slid her hind legs back for easier access. The paste stung at first but a soothing blanket took the heat away and soon her burns felt much less painful. She nodded graciously to the female. Roia agreed, they did seem very hospitable. Then again, it was not uncommon to deceive a lone wolf. The she-wolf thought hard for a few moments before answering. If they had wanted to hurt her, the most strategic way had come and gone. "I can hunt. Well. Taking the fatal bite was my specialty. I was just learning combat when..." she paused, "I had to leave my homelands." Roia growled softy.