Blacktail Deer Plateau dudes in bodegas

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Chip’s immediate reaction delighted Indie immensely. The rawness and unabashed honesty of the comment pulled loud laughs from deep in Indie’s chest… but the vamp did not laugh directly at Kalika; no, Indie would never purposefully burn a bridge like that. Indie was chuckling more at the awkwardness of the entire situation and Chip’s alacrity [this agouti shewolf was astonishingly brilliant in her mannerisms]. Chip gestured that Indie should follow and the veiled mummer did so gladly, a small white shadow following at their heels.

“I’m Indie,” the inked woman responded when Chip’s moniker was offered. It was funny how she could travel with these wolves but never learn their name. When with the Nereides, the mummer was an interesting mix of introvert and extrovert. Indie loved to entertain them as much as she loved to be entertained by them, and these exertions did not leave much time to form bonds and friendships. Yes, Indie loved the limelight… but it was all just an act. One-on-one was truly where she shined. And here she was, one-on-one [kinda] with the seemingly only other sane wolf here.

 Time to create a friendship.

The white shadow perked up it’s voice to make comments, but did not offer her name. Indie crooked an eyebrow at the girl, glancing over her shoulder. “There’s a deer up there; it’s dying,” Indie said smoothly, dismissively. Indie would never dare to be outright rude to someone, for Indie would play both fields until the day she died… and Chip kinda seemed like the type of wolf who could understand that. Indie’s golden gaze flicked back to the brown creature at her side. “Where yah from?” she said to Chip, mirroring her lackadaisical manner of speaking and hinting at what was glaringly obvious: that they both were clearly not born of this Nereides culture.