Dragoncrest Cliffs i am an anarchist; an antichrist; an asterisk

posting so my dumb ass doesn't go inactive

he wasn't given much free rein of the place, but with so much time and energy devoted to heda--he still hasn't been allowed to see her, goddamnit!--he was able to slip through the cracks somewhat easily. especially if his forays involved wolves further down the food chain, so to speak. the woman he saw today was unfamiliar, and she was--

uh, trying to fight a fox? and the fox was winning. lol sorry.

denali came closer, eyes on the russet creature as it fled into the trees. he gave her a bemused look, ears twitching a bit with sympathy. "that was shitty," he remarked, lips pulling tight in a grimace. "foxes are assholes." he expected her to jump, him having come out of nowhere like he did. he wasn't a very welcome presence in this territory--trust him, he was well aware of that fact.

"you live here, too?" well, duh. but he didn't really know how else to start a conversation with a girl who just got her ass kicked by a fox.