this night sky has me wishing for the light

Kamerisu was not a fighter, she would give her life for the family she loved, but she would not throw crass words around in attempts to rile someone into a conflict. She was a peaceful being; polite, mature, though perhaps a bit sensitive. She had never wished ill of others and sought out the good in them, but simply because she would try did not mean that it was always there. She did not like to admit that she had judged the large female upon first sight, but it was true. The stranger was intimidating and she got the idea that the other wanted it to be this way.

The opposing fem's words struck out as a surprise to Kamerisu. Loud feet? A puzzled look fell across her features as she thought of this before responding. "You must have very good hearing then." She did not believe that she was being loud in any manner, her dainty figure incapable of causing such a ruckus for another to complain out of the blue. Her attention was diverted from the other as a male comes into view, his pallid form breaking from the shadows of night to reveal himself in a friendlier demeanor. He introduces himself, the cadence of his voice rather soothing as she watches him. Instantly, she feels drawn to this one known as Coza, the compulsive need for a protective male presence pushing at her to move ever closer to him as she watched curiously how the stranger interacted with him now.

The loner's lip curls upward in a silent snarl as she too watches Coza warily. Her blue eyes switch to Kamerisu before returning to the black marked pack wolf, her tone blunt as she responds. She was strange, not wanting to allow anyone to know her and yet here she was before them, not running away to the secrecy of her solitude like she seemed to wish so badly. The obsidian pelted dame then angled herself to Coza once again, her expression softened and her voice clear. "Kamerisu. You are a pack wolf?" It was apparent that he was simply by his scent alone, but she was a social creature when she found someone wanting her company. Perhaps he could set her in a good direction for the remainder of her stay here in Moladion.

eight years - no paramour - no home!