Swiftcurrent Creek Let me go, I wanna die in the disco

She wondered if Reverie feared her. Those who didn't find her off-putting often did, and she leaned fully into whatever persona it was they built up about her. A monstrous wolf, more bear than anything, begrudging of companionship and less personable than a boulder growing moss on it. She liked to think of herself that way, and let only a few know that she could be personable, as well. 

She licked the water droplets from her whiskers as she sat back down. "One of us, hmm?" She slid the gilded woman a coy side-eye; the closest she ever really came to smiling. Her lips didn't move, but there was faint amusement in her labradorite eye nonetheless.