Hoshor Plains two suns in the sunset

Hiisi frowns at the question, ears falling back against her head. Inari’s voice had been gentle and she sounds a little more... disinterested. The woman isn’t necessarily impressed by her actions but it made Hiisi shrink a little bit more. She never knows what she’s going to get when she greets but it has yet to deter her decision to approach the next wolf she meets. She just needed a little more time with the other, maybe she could find a softness somewhere.

The next question distorts her features, brows furrowing, and she glances up. She hates this part, hates the exchange, hates… Hiisi closes her eyes then, taking a moment—a little too long not be awkward—before she manages to murmur: “Hiisi.”

It never feels right.