Otter Creek Pray or Prey

conversing with a mountain aww asdjflk i love herrrr

She was soft, pleasant, and so the ashen brute was not perturbed by her presence. Her question struck his ears and he blinked a few times in surprise. The shadowy, narrow female was also perceptive… a rare find. Flicking his long ears forward, Kierkegaard pondered how to answer her. He was not good with words; he was lost when it came to speaking to others, however he was not entirely rude to a fault. Drawing his tongue across his lips in a moment of thought, he flicked his eyes back down to her. “I thought you were my sister,” he responded honestly. If she found it odd that she could have been mistaken for Moz, it was no irritation to him. After all, they were still very much strangers. He knew only what he could see of her. “You are much smaller than she, though,” he padded his first comment with a slight frown. Moz was built with the bloodline of the Sairensu wolves. This nimble shadow was something of the opposite.