if you could only see

THE BEAST YOU'VE MADE OF ME

The snow dyed siren tilted her skull slightly to the left, and let her ears take in all he had to say. Yes, it was a very fragile, insignificant thing. Not enough to satisfy the hunger boiling in her system. But Masquerade knew better than to not respect the critter.

"That squirrel was indeed, not enough to fill me. And it was, indeed, such a weak animal. But I respect that squirrel. For I know that one day, all prey and food could vanish. And then we'd all be left with nothing to starve. So I respect the prey. Yes, I think they are weak compared to the beasts we are, but I am grateful they are here , nonetheless, to feed us."

She replied smoothly, glancing down at the bone and fur in a messy clump at her feet.
She listened on to his words about an Alliance. He wanted to play friends, now? The woman couldn't help but chuckle. It's sound a husky, feminine tone.

"An Alliance?" she scoffed, "There will be nothing of the sort. We would simply be hunting partners, dear wolf. Nothing more, and only this one time. I hunt alone, but I will make an exception for you and your simple charm. An Alliance would involve a friendship and kinship, that we most certainly do not have right now,"

She spoke bluntly, but flicked her tail, and turned around to head in the opposite direction. She looked behind a shoulder, and spoke again.

"Coming, dear wolf?"

Masquerade

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