Step Right Up!!

Devilish glare keeps up with the stranger, reflective neon pink irises flashing now and again as the light catches them. Despite her dead paw, the mostly white wolf graces across the terrain, barely missing a step as she practically glided up to sidle against the other wolf. "Of course, I would never insinuate something so crass and uncouth. I can read the danger upon your frame as surely as any deer could. I am called Purge, and you happened to have done the rather extraordinary thing of capturing both my curiosity and my interest. So, Maeve? Tell me a bit about yourself, and what you have learned from Moladion thus far." I give her an oddly sinister smile, though my eyes read charmer through and through as I move away from her.

I listen, as any wolf would listen for a story, my eyes never wavering from her own, my body soon relaxing into a sitting position before her. After she is finished, I give her another grin, wondering if she would be a good addition to the little traveling band I may begin to gather. I have plans, and for those plans to take off, I need help. If strength is truly in number, then I will collect what I can in the time I must. It is difficult to not want to keep speaking, to wait for any questions she may have, but if I am to be a leader, I must act the part of appeaser as well. I must be open and respectful, just as I expect her to respect me and accept my ideas. This is the part that makes conversation an art.