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The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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 It is rather loud in this cave with the water rippling out and echoing against the stony walls, over and over, until she could not hear much of her own thoughts. Clearly Vesper did not hear her arrival and it was no wonder. The lightness of her feet accompanied by the reverberating sound was sufficient cover for her appearance. If she were like some of her kinsmen she might use such advantage to assault the girl, but Aithne's intentions were not malicious. Vesper does not look at all intimidated by her figure, nor honestly that surprised. Maybe she expected someone to trail her into the grotto; somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind maybe she craved the attentions of a stranger. Or the intimate thrill of knowing that outside of packlands there is an air of danger - that not everyone applies to the same rules and logic as those who surround her. Aithne could feel that same vibration within her at times. It was galling, in a sense, considering she had left her homelands to get away from the vicious wolves who dwelled there - and to survive. Aithne nods at the girls cool words, understanding what she means. After all in the heat of summer the moors smelled of rot and decay and the water tasted foul. It was somewhat better this winter. The water was cool on her tongue and all the sediment had begun to slowly ease back to the bottom. That did nothing to diminish the animals that crept within the confines, still kicking and ready to eat anything that dared come within reach of their wicked teeth. Those reptilian animals tasted somewhat bland, though she enjoyed the fatty part around their arms and neck. The rest was left for carrion or Andras, since he seemed almost like carrion in the way he came calling at fresh kills. Out of the water she takes note of the girls size. Pretty much the same with Aithne except that Aithne has much more muscle packed onto her stout frame, her weight significantly more than Vesper. She was a gray and white and Aithne couldn't help think once more how the wolves of Iromar might have a conniption over her appearance of Aithne decided to sway her into joining the ranks of the bog wolves. Then again she had noticed the Shamans and how pale they were. They were apparently accepted just fine in Iromar but then again, they were probably crazy. "Swimming certainly is not a past time of many of my pack, that is for sure." Aithne smiles sardonically at her. Swimming in the moors was akin to a death sentence. The gators would give as good as they got and they didn't mind sharing land with the wolves, but the water was their territory. "It smells much nicer here too, the water that is. I imagine the fish taste fresher." She casts her emerald eyes down at the water doubtfully - what did cave fish taste like with their pale bodies and blind eyes? "Aithne," she answers simply, dipping her maw an inch before eying the girl once more. "You are the first sea-wolf I have met. Tell me, what is it like to live on the banks of such vast water? What kind of strange creatures do you see there? " There is curiosity in her tone because Aithne has never been to the ocean, never seen the way it roils forever and hides valuable secrets. A I T H N E Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing; bow down to the mighty _______________________ |
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