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The combined scent of so many wolves left Greer’s nose confused and not as quick to notice as it would have been otherwise. As such, she did not notice the stranger’s approach until he was in eyesight. The scent became obvious once he left the shrubbery, the breeze wafting the smell strongly over Greer, but it was too late. The she-wolf crouched defensively and laid her ears back, keeping the injured leg hovering a few inches off the ground. She resisted baring her teeth and instead licked her lips nervously. She was in no position to defend herself.
The male bore down on her, his strange pink gaze flustering the she-wolf further. This seemed to be another maddening peculiarity in Moladion; the residents sometimes wore the most unusually colored eyes. Greer lowered her own eyes at the male’s initial harsh words but he then immediately changed his attitude upon noticing her injury. Oh, well spotted. Greer thought acidly.
She licked her lips again, unsure which side of this stranger to trust. The hostile defender or the concerned rescuer? Greer glanced up but did not come out of her crouch. She was about the same size as this wolf, though certainly scrawnier. She willed her stomach not to rumble; she wasn’t in the mood for embarrassment. But the she-wolf’s back leg that held her weight was beginning to tremble and she slowly sat back on her haunches, the wounded limb stretched out carefully. In the mood or not, the entire situation was embarrassing. She hated seeming weak.
“Eh? Um...” She fumbled, the many questions addling her. “Sure...yes. Ah claim sanctuary.” She consented, his words sounding strange in her mouth. Asteraia bounced around in her brain. That must be the name of this pack’s territory; this land had such strange names for things. “Ah’m Greer. Who’re you?” Her tone was blunt but tinged with nervousness. She panted lightly, waiting for the stranger’s judgement.
female , five , loner , bound to lucero