Broken Boulder the district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights

The fiery young woman examined the cracks in her pads over and over, licking over them every now and then. It didn't help, it didn't even numb the pain all that much, but she hated just looking at things that needed fixing in the hopes that someone else would do something. All others were scumbags and one should never expect anything from them except some decency regarding her presence every now and then.

One grey ear flicked at the sound that approached from behind and she was quick to jump on all feet, no matter the pain caused by such an abrupt movement, head lowered and eyes scanning her surroundings. She didn't trust any of them, not yet at least. It was too good that they had taken her in, wounded and broken, and if life had taught her anything it was that anything that seemed too good to be true probably wasn't to begin with.

Another small and feminine male, was that the beauty standard for the men in this place or something? She didn't find it particularly appealing, as Koume was naturally more attracted to strong and powerful wolves. Then again, power could also lay within, but that was harder to spot from a distance. Hey. Was her short and rather abrupt greeting as she limped her way closer.