Cloudy Minds Will Rain

The sooty woman often came off as being rude and mean, but it was not her intentions to appear that way at first. She use to act how she did simply because she found certain things funny that others did not, but it eventually evolved further until she'd become the wolf that walks around today. Scarlett had not caught her on a bad day the last time around, it was just Sen having a bit of what she saw as fun. She'd enjoyed the interaction as she always did, of course, but never once stopped to see how she was truly affecting the other female. In all honesty, the darker being didn't care either way. All that mattered to her was the fact that she had thought it was fun and funny, and was once again enjoyed a confrontation with the albino. This time around, though, it appeared as if the snow colored being was also enjoying the encounter. It was odd, to Sen, but she didn't question it. Never look a gift horse in the mouth, right?

"That's what happens when the next generation is involved," she responded, recalling times her mother use to complain of how her and her siblings took away all her time to sleep. They weren't actual complaints, that much the raven coated lady knew, but it had still given her insight as to what being a parent was like. Exhausting. Then there was Scarlett, caring not for any pups that came from her own body, but instead for those belonging to others. It was as if the pale woman had a compass inside of her that lead her to orphans, and the nurturing bone in her body forced her to take them in. Sen had no idea what she would do if ever put into the situation where she'd come across a lone pup, for it had never happened before. She'd never even come across a pup with parents, so what type of instincts she held towards the young were unknown factors. A part of her didn't want to care, but another wanted to know how the other lupine did it; not that she'd ever ask, though. She'd stay silent until such a thing ever arose.

At the mention of not being too mean, Sen all but scoffed. "Oh, please," she started. "I would never be overly mean to stranger. No one else would want to join if they got wind of that." The part of never being overly mean to strangers was, you guessed it, a lie. She should have rephrased it, mentioning how she'd never be overly mean when on Duskfire ground, or just on the outskirts of it. If someone was bold enough to make the long trek up to them, then the least the wolf could do was be a bit kinder to them. "Leave it to me then," she finally told her. "I'll confront intruders, or those too close for comfort, but won't be too 'mean', just mean enough to make sure they don't try to pull anything. Sound good to you?"