The Sunspire a man of words and not of deeds

oops! i haven't written in so long i'm incapable of not rambling xD

Exousia immediately turned her head upon hearing something odd quickly approaching. The hackles at her nape bristled until she recognized the figure as a wolf, and it took only a beat longer of observing the dark meddler’s lopsided gait to realize why his advance sounded so off. Disgust at the imperfection rolled in her gut. For a long moment after his question, she simply stared at the place where his leg should be, then looked up at his face.

Good thing he was handsome.

The stormy wolf grimaced, but considered the wolf’s eagerness and the fact that he appeared to have every reason not to be doing this. Exousia sighed, relenting. Fresh legs on this chase, even if one was missing, was welcome to the loner. I do not need your help, but I will use it all the same, she acquiesced with a terse nod. He is almost at his end. Perhaps the two of us now will set his heart to burst. Come. We chase.

She turned without waiting, picking their pace with a renewed vigor and giving little to no leeway for her three-legged cohort.