Blackfoot Forest A flock of metal creatures fleeing the onslaught of rust

when you wrote your last post, it was also raining here! rain makes me sleepy, lol

She did not take offense to his biting words, nor to the fact that a wolf whom she did not know sought to bat her around on the sea of his tongue as if she were so much flotsam. "Pied," he repeated, watching her with a decidedly scrutinizing air. "And what made you chose your Loa?" the brazen madwolf inquired.

Pied was new to the lands, yet Jinx had already accepted her into their growing little fold. His vaunted Bokor was not one who he assumed would merely take any wolf from out of the shadows, to pad her ranks; no. Jinx had sensed something important about this one, and Lecter would find out what it was, for indeed, his own curiosity was piqued. "Your eyes. As a child, I was taught that two colors in one face also meant that two spirits dwelt within the body." He let his words hang between them, before silence slunk into its space and he waited for the yearling to respond.