Run while there's life left,
Scream 'til there's silence
I suppose I couldn't expect that my little trick would just be another selection of news that flitted off into the distance. It would be too much to ask that no one notice if I went for one of the largest packs in Moladion. And I plan to again, that land of canyon and redrock is mine, and I will have it. I don't care if I must fight that tiny white dove they call a queen, or if it is the wonderfully violent Kane I will tangle with. This helps to brighten my murky mood, and suddenly the ground beneath my paws is a little less...gross. I wait as patiently as I am expected to, though since I was called here, I guess I don't really have to wait at the front gate like some peasant about to enter a damned castle. I have never been a wolf that some would call normal, or common, so why should I do such a thing. With each massive step I take, mud and filth squelches up between my toes, the dead paw making more of a mess than the untouched one. I must give him back something far worse than this. It is not long before I am greeted by a ghostly figure, or perhaps she simply seems ghostly coming out of the fog and bog like she did. This I am assuming is the wolf who wished my presence here so badly she tried to take me from the loner lands.

I give a warm smile to the wolf of Iromar, the very gesture a rarity, it is not often I am given to show any sort of warmth to any other creature. She speaks first, something I was not expecting after my short interaction with Andras, this one's king. He remained silent for the most part upon approach, though I am sure he is only the type to do such a thing. My ears slide forward from their pinned position and I listen intently to what she has to say, my smile only growing more. It appears to be a bearing of fang, but it is a friendly gesture. My face is a little out of practice with kindness. "A great power such as the force of nature is not often one to be tamed. Have you ever seen a mountain bowing to the howling wind? Either way, I am sure there are more pressing matters pertaining to my presence here, no need to worry about a little mud." My own skull dips as hers does, though perhaps not so deep. No matter how the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it. I think in my head. I do look her bedraggled form over, noting how the swamp now seemed to make itself permanent decoration upon her snowy frame. It is unfortunate that she is so...unkempt, but definitely not her fault. Hell, maybe it is...she did pick swampland to call home.

"Of course I am curious, but I can be patient if needs be. Formalities are unneeded, Ruvindra, though it is nice to have your name. I know what and who's lands these are, I have had a run in with your handsome king already." I pause as she continues to speak, proving herself to be more long winded than I anticipated. No matter, the long winded ones are the ones I like the best. You get all the good information from blabber-mouths. I smirk as she tells me of her knowledge, no doubt everyone in Moladion has heard the news by now. Dare I say I am something of a celebrity around these lands. "Angels and demons have been at it a long time, something most don't know about the breed. I can see why your alpha would have an issue with them, but Kane is only a foe as long as he remains undefeated. So to answer your question in short, yes, I intend to try again." I feel my tail waving behind me as I watch for her reaction, will she be glad at the news? From what I hear, the Angels have held the land for far too long as it is.

I relax a bit more, deciding not to give my name, as I am sure by now she already knows it. If not, she had homework to do that she didn't.

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vixen || of no where || nine years || no bars || no chains || no shackles