Nova Peak let your colors bleed and blend with mine

Sasha glanced at Mordur and shook her head as he justified his submission. "No," she answered simply, laying her head back down on her paws. Sasha had been taught to say "no" in different scenarios, but refusing a servant's submission was not supposed to be one of them. Sasha glanced at Mordur as he settled down beside her, glad to see that he was becoming more comfortable. The "wanting to be informal but not too informal" dilemma was a big problem between the two, but Sasha felt Mordur made a larger deal out of it.

The she-wolf smiled warmly as Mordur attempted to speak English. It was very broken and heavily accented, but it was a good try. "Sasha want go hunt. Sasha very hunger," she said, mocking his blunt tone playfully. It was true, the light brown female had not had a good meal for a while. Ever since the two had arrived in the Teekon Wilds, a famine had ravaged the lands. Fortunately, they came towards the end, just in time to watch the green grow back and the herds return.

"Are you up for hunting?" she asked, standing up to address the dark colored male.