As if to protest the accusation, a bolder fowl waddled between the two wolves and ‘honked’ to disagree. They were minding their own business before the large wolf have come about, but the woman was in too much awe for the change in scenery to really let the situation get to her. Instead she watched the lone duck waddle by to the edge of the lake then plop itself atop the water’s surface. How it managed to do so without sinking was simply amazing to her…
But she did not let the marvel distract her for too long before returning her gaze to the young female. “Xi’nuata of the Vale,” she answered softly with a polite dip of her muzzle. “…I simply came to look upon something new,” she continued, unafraid of her proximity to the Creek pack and their claimed. It was a strong possibility that this youth was indeed a part of their ranks, but she cared little for this likelihood, choosing instead to cater to her own sense of comfort then let the conflicts between relations ruin her mood. “And your name?” she inquired lightly in turn. “And do you not have an escort?” |