Ouroboros Spine quick and dirty

The girl who spoke softly in the air (with no audible words) caught Sidewinder's attention immediately. She was a pretty thing. But then, who wasn't a pretty thing around here? He had run into his doppelganger—if only in coat color—and while their initial interaction had been a short squabble over a piece of meat, he held no grudge against her. She had merely been doing the thing she had been born to do: protect her place in the pack. If that was her duty, it was Sidewinder's duty to be beneath her.

But this one did not mirror him in her coat color. No, she was so many shades of brown, grey, and cream that he could not count them in one sitting. It would take far more sessions for him to pick each and every color out of her silky fur, something he would not mind taking the time to do. “Afternoon,” he greeted, once the space between them had lessened to a reasonable amount. “I’m Sidewinder Numitor.” A simple introduction, and hopefully one that would entice more information out of the pretty girl before him.