Hoshor Plains We’re All Here For A Little Fun

Auriel had been a pet of sorts, more of a curiosity. Her mother had been injured while with pup, the No-Fur's had taken her in. They saved her and her unborn cubs from a long and painful death of starvation. Her mother, Dune, had hated the No-Fur's. She was afraid, some of that fear had passed to Auriel as well. Oh, how the No-Fur pups had loved her in her youth, though as soon as she had grown bigger then their little selves the gentle touches had turned to pushes, swipes at her muzzle. No more 'Pretty girly' or 'Good wolf.' It was now 'Go away' and 'Stupid dog!'

She watched him with eyes full of curiosity which turned to compassion at his words. There was no pity in her blue depths, only a sadness of a betrayal she shared. "This Sasha of yours sullies the name of a wife and a mother. A she-wolf is a companion and a rock for their mate, as a wolf is to them." The she-wolf dared to stretch out her muzzle, flicking her tongue to give a tiny, comforting lick of his chest before standing up and shaking the dust from her pelt. "This pack of yours, are you fairing well? I would hate my first aquaintance to be starving." Her big ears twitched as she thought. "I...have not trespassed upon your territory, have I? I know not the ways of this land as of yet."