Silvertip Mountain the galaxy is just a graveyard full of stars

not at all.

the deviljho looked pleased. she was glad for the lack of competition, and matched the easy tempo of the swarthy wolf's wag with one of her own. she took several bold strides forward, but seemed mindful to stay just a hair out of his longest ranged lunge -- as she was open to socializing, but yet too mistrustful for more than that. "you could say that," she replied with a casual glance out to sea, which held little to no interest to her in that moment.

her drenchwood eyes returned swiftly to present company, and as the bitter wind combed through her toothy fur, she openly studied the whipping of his own pelage, and the corded, lean body that was buried within. "though i would call it more of an investigation -- to see if this mountain is suitable to own."