Alpine Lake the birth of merlin

Deviljho first angled an ear towards the approach of another, then gave such an inconsiderable turn of her head that at first all she could discern of her company was that they were melanistic. She didn't want to seem too interested, and this ingrained sort of arrogance made her stop any forward motion but refuse to immediately give her full attention to the new arrival. Instead, she adopted a rather standoffish poise and glared stiffly from the corner of her eye; as if needing to broadcast that she was dangerous, perhaps unpredictable, and could decide at a moment's notice not to tolerate her presence any longer...

Though the sterling eidolon had been practically begging for an interaction, it might become apparant that she wasn't exactly particular on the type. Negative would do her just fine— and Deviljho didn't appear to be very pleasant herself. "Keep your distance, stranger," she croaked, remembering sullenly that it'd been weeks since she'd last spoken. Or had it been a scream?

Her tail lashed through the tension along her spine, and the she-wolf moved so that she could take in the other female with a full gaze. She took stock of her brilliant fur and catching eyes, and perhaps noticed something a little other about her features that made Deviljho's wide stare linger a little longer. "Who are you?"