Honeyed Pasture kangaroo done hung the juror

It was to the sound of ferocious yapping that Merri was drawn, not to the stench of blood. Okay..not totally to the stench of blood. She followed the intriguing sound all of her senses focused on tracking that down so that she didn't notice the pale woman approaching her. "Hello" Was all she said before she lifted her gaze in the direction of the yapping and tearing sounds, longing obvious in her gaze. She was out looking for trouble, boredom having struck her rather hard. Vivid green gaze flicked to the woman again before she spoke "Ya haven't seen tha things makin that sound have ya?" she asked curiously irish accent slipping through the false voice she tried to keep. 


Everyone she had met spoke in a different voice, or different accents than Irish. She had not once heard a familiar brogue coming from a wolf in these territories and it made her feel odd. She didn't like feeling odd so she decided to change to suit the needs of her situation.