and I heard 'em say

nothings ever promised tomorrow today

Moladion. Such a beautiful word and she chews upon it some as if she could discern the flavor of wolves just by its name. Home, something she has ran from…could she possibly call another land home? Did she dare put down roots again? Risk the horrors again in a new time, just upon a different earth? No, better to wait, to scout before daring to even think about a new home, a new place to lay her weary head without worry.

”I have had a home and know that just because something comes in a pretty package doesn’t make its contents so.”

Her tone turns grave for a moment as their gazes collide, both verdant of different hues but striking nonetheless. For a moment they stare, level, and for a second the merle dame feels kindred as the next words dance upon the currents between them.

”Danger seems to covet the most gorgeous of places for I always find it lurking near perfection.”

A sound then emerges from her throat, one of giggle and scoff intermixed. A shake of her head is given as if it is no matter and during this moment she misses the delicate way the ebony minx’s shoulders rise. However, she did not miss the frown that grows, twisting her features. She wonders what it was that gave birth to it and contemplates questioning it. Her mouth opens as if to speak but at the last moment she changes her mind, casting her head to the field yet again. Whatever lingers on the dames mind is not of her business. She would be respectful, she would give her space. The soft crackle of grass reaches her ears, causing her head to tilt back forward yet again. She was just in time to catch the sheepish grin as the minx retreats a space. Did she give off a bad vibe to her company?

”Why do you back away? Do my prescience repeal you, company mine?”

Head cocks in query as she gazes quizzically upon her, mind rushing through many scenarios. Could this stranger have sensed how lowly she was? Could she scent her disgrace as her old pack could. They used to say she was so unworthy she reeked of it. Nose dips down to take in her perfume, and once again she smelled nothing but crushed petal, and damp earth. Her natural perfume was lovely, that of a pine forest after a spring shower, yet damp earth seemed to stick. Damp, dirty, stinky earth….Malina. The soft word trickled into her conspicuousness like a mountain stream. A warm, and very bright smile, is met to this new knowledge.

”Cubs…do you not have any of your own? They are precious things, if not…nippy.”

A giggle is hidden within her vocals, a soft laughter that hides a deeper pain. One that rest within the knowledge that she would have never had any had she stayed within her own land. Omegas, did not reserve the right to populate. She casts a another critical glance at the girl, she did not look like she carried the extra weight of one who had recently whelped, but one could never know. However, as for the last statement she knew all too well as the pack’s babysitter. Cubs, tended to exercise and assert themselves with their mouths. Yet, they were innocent beings, until they were twisted by their parents.

”I wander until I can wander no more. I have no where to call my own and I am terrified that one night I might settle down to never wake. I guess it is the life of a loner, so what better place to linger than somewhere as beauteous as this!”

She beams a sad smile as her banner waves with more umph. She means to reassure the lass that she is a gentle soul, one that wishes not to be left so soon. She knows that she is lowly, knows that she didn’t deserve to be spoken to so amicably but she is eager…so eager for attention.