Overture Downs you always have to pretend to be nicer

From out of the mists of the light rain, another wolf approached. He looked sulky and equally as miserable as herself, though he seemed to prefer the rain. Kindred spirits, perhaps? If she were not so vain, she might actually have considered letting the water kindle her fire of self-loathing, but she preferred remaining dry a great deal more. Wet and cold was less preferable than dry and warm. She was a creature of comforts and hoped to stay that way.

"You're getting wet out there, you know!" she called towards the stranger. He likely already knew this, but as she was a bit of a know-it-all she felt the needed to announce it. "There's room here, I suppose... If you'd like to get out of that rain." It was roomy enough to accommodate two if he wished to escape the light rain. Citali lifted to her feet and took a few paces to the side before she sat down again. Room had been made. It was up to him to decide if he wished to take it.