Whitefish River Shattering Everything

Ouuu, I appreciate the zest. Keep it going, and I just might have to remember you.

Spoken with a head cantation, the coy female made her way closer to the brightly pelted russet. A lifted muzzle came upon her, and she asked as if they had been long lost friends,

What's your name, girlie?

Tinashe knew it was better to not make enemies, especially not in a land you didnt even know too well. That was just the work of a dumb ass, and that was one thing she assured herself she was not. She played the game, and she played it smart. Hence why her fine ass was alive,, to this day.

She examined the rust flared female, and noticed the light limp she carried. She also examined the color of those scars, seeing how the pink was still dark, wounds that have just began to heal not too long ago.

So this female was a fighter, eh? Tina respected the ones who ruffed up others. Alot more fun than the docile and ninny picking way of doing things.