Phoenix Maplewood oh, if the sky comes falling down

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there came a bark, and her paws stilled, charcoal orbs moving quickly to find the source of the greeting. she was vigilant, ruff prickling ever so slightly and ears pricked, as her gaze landed upon a woman, pale and slight. she did not know her reason for approach, nor her intentions, and thus, even after words had left the woman's maw and faded into the still air, she did not follow suit, not when the other sat demurely in the fashion of one who was totally comfortable with the current situation, an act that the woman thought to be perhaps foolish; for she could very well turn out to be a murderer, and the woman was made slow in her current stance.

none the less, her question ought to be answered, and after a pause she did so. "Well." she answered, words wrapped in an accent that she could not distangle from her speech and was of no mind to. she knew very litte of the common tongue in the south, only what had been taught to her by a learned elder. her head she canted in the slightest to the side, gaze questioning, still making no move to seat herself.