Sequoia Coast wahine

Black ears arched forward at her stammered reply and Neako slowly straightened himself as he continued to examined the strange she-wolf; she wasn't hungry, so what was it? The raven male's stared blankly at her as she suddenly began speaking in a foreign tongue. 'What on earth is she sayin'?'  The brute thought as he kept his eyes focused on the freckled woman, the male's muzzle parting as he slowly shook his head to her, ”I'm sorry, I don't understand you..” He said, giving a shrug of his shoulders and gradually allowing a drawn-out sigh to escape his lips. The loner silently observed how she began to approach him and Neako couldn't help but tilt his head again as she then seated herself down with her head low, glancing to the seabird upon the ground and almost seeming to be on the verge of tears. But out of everything, it was the words that fell from her mouth that caused the ebony male's brows to furrow with utter confusion, 'You've killed it. You've killed one of my angels.' Neako looked down to the carcass at his paws, nose twitching as he then returned his gaze back to the slim female, ”You're...angel?” He asked as his ebony tail swayed behind him, fur bristling as another brisk breeze swept past the pair.


Neako stood quietly throughout the meeting, his mind puzzled as he remained within the unusual she-wolf's company, for she was indeed an unusual one and in truth the brute was slowly beginning to think that this woman was totally off her head. If she thought the waterfowl he'd killed was an angel  then she was definitely deluded. Taking a breath, Neako licked his muzzle and spoke out smoothly, ”You do realize its a seabird.. and not an angel of any form, right?” He queried as he casually lifted a paw to move the dead feathered creature, giving it a gentle nudge toward the woman for a better view.