Phantom Hollow my heart is spinning

praimfaya is attentive as opalia fills her in, keeping her uneasy words simple; but her frostbound gaze remains fixed on the apex hunter before them. even for the two of them, he is a threat at least on an instinctual level. tripi. praimfaya muses in a low murmur; confused by his non-threatening behavior. as it was, she wasn't even aware that other apex predators could communicate with wolves and for a moment this new information throws her for a bit. she has never before regarded their lives as much more than a threat to her own, if only because they are a threat to food and resources.

the cat asks her if she needs cover too, even going so far as to move over to make space for her as well. no, no, no, no — every instinct in praimfaya screams out against it. her tail twitches, frostbound gaze icicles as they bore into him. though praimfaya cannot say she's ever met any cats before she held onto this stigmatism that they were feral base creatures; instinctual and little else. you aren't going to eat us? praimfaya asks then, addressing the cat directly for the first time; dubious.