Oh such grace! Oh such beauty!
And lipstick, and callous
and fishnets and malice

What was it with Moladion and breeding gigantic wolves? Purge was quite a bit bigger than Harridan. It made her think about the fact that both her girls by Abraxus would also, eventually outgrow her. Perhaps it was something in the water. Harridan ambled down towards the banks of the cave river, her red amber eyes watching the murky depths for any sign of edible life. She watched for a moment before realizing that the giantess had asked her a question. She laps a few drinks of the water to pretend like she was simply relieving herself of thirst and not completely ignoring Purge's question. That would be rude. That would be just like Harridan to forget the niceties of interaction with strangers.

She brought her head up, tongue licking the wet droplets that clung to her muzzle. "I wanted to check out what everyone was talking about. This place is much nicer than the Valley." She thought about the last time she had really been in the Valley. But back then, it was not the Valley at all and hellfire and brimstone were raining down on them. "Less death really." And yet, she does not expand on the comment. She assumed that most of the population knew about the meteor that had wiped clean most of the wolves of Old Moladion. Those either too young to travel by themselves or too old to move, or too stupid to take the heed of those that knew something more about the cosmic universe.

Harridan forced herself to think of something else, anything else really and her eyes met Purge's as she studied her. Yes, yes, let's bring this conversation back to the giant. "Who are you? You smell of Spirane but I'm surprised to see anyone come out of their caves to go into caves here. Is there some sort of secret passage way I've yet to discover?" She states the obvious because she was not fearful. Why not call things what they are? Harridan smelt of the river, of the crags, of the forest. Purge smelt of mountains and caves. They were clearly creatures of different makings. Harridan was a loner because she was always a loner. And her last brush with pack life ended poorly. She would never again limit herself in that manner. Purge was a pack wolf because she suspected she had always been a pack wolf. It was in their blood.