In the dim glow of light that dared to reach this far into Hell’s Mouth, the creature began to stalk forward. Suomi took another careful step back toward the promise of light as a low growl rumbled in the hollow cavern, her black and silver mess of a coat haloed in dull imperfection by the weak illumination. She was filthy, thick, dirty water dripping from her underside and earth all but infused with the rest of her fur. Her general state of of squalor left the edges of her silhouette wrought with dusty brown. And yet, her current disposition was far more foul than her appearance.

Sue returned the growl with one of her own that left her muzzle in a twisted snarl, preceded by a sharp bark of defiance. Sure, maybe she had been the one to run into- whoever this was, but she was in absolutely no mood to take anyone’s crap after nearly falling to her death and fleeing the bowels of the earth with little to no guidance. She might be a bit slight compared to the monsters that roamed Moladion, certainly in comparison to this wolf, but she was far from incapable - even at her young age. Her confidence and stubborn streak, for which she was known in Taviora, was only outmatched by her actual skill and intelligence. Suomi might have been small, she might have boasted and put on a show, but she was well equipped to back herself up. Worse things could have, would have, killed her by now - this one wolf... Even in her current fluster, she could hardly worry about one wolf.

The girl’s growl cut off the moment the intolerant, youthful voice filled Hell’s Mouth, the familiarity of it rather shocking. She might not have been able to smell him through the overwhelming scent of freshly turned earth clinging to her nasal passages, but it was unmistakably him. Months ago... It had been months ago that she had heard that same voice, and it belonged to that ridiculous boy who tried to tell her she was basically useless in taking down the baby moose which nobody would have fell without her. Oh, hell no! Another livid rumble escaped through clenched teeth, it’s lack of amusement very apparent in the clear tone of complaint it held. This boy was possibly the last person she would like to have run into, both literally and figuratively, and yet... Fate, you bitch.

The boy continued to move toward her, toward the ever-distant light, his hackles noticeably dropping as he grew closer. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one who remembered their last, and coincidently first, meeting, though that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Neither of them had proven to be very pleasant toward the other last time, and she couldn’t really expect anything better this time around. Not after she had literally just slammed into him in a dirty, damp mess of dust and mud in probably the most god awful place in all of Moladion. The general trend of things didn’t make for a great social forecast... but social weather could be just as fickle as the real stuff - not that the thought gave her any particular hope.

”You again...” If he couldn’t see the roll of her wine-red eyes in the darkness, the boy could most certainly hear it in her haughty tone. Suomi didn’t bother straightening up or settling her hackles, not feeling particularly moved to fix her appearance for anyone - much less this boy. She braced herself on her muddy black legs and gave her body a hard shake, making sure she showered him with as much dirt and mud as she could possibly fling in his direction. There, that’s what I think of you and your stupid, giant self in this stupid, filthy hell hole. ”Figures that I’d run into you after falling into the absolute worst place on earth.”