Moving through the tunnels of my darkened home, I cringe at a loud voice echoing and bouncing off the walls in such a cacophony of sound that it actually hurt. Poor lonely bastard to call just anyone to him, perhaps, this was another of those gatherings like in the woods. I could never understand what would drive wolves to gather like this, to meet under such conditions and not even know the wolves you're calling to yourself?
No, this type of social networking did not suit me, I could easily take advantage of such a thing and I know for a major fact that some of the wolves out here have been seen in Iromar and perhaps even someone from that new regime in Asteraia has managed to show up. I sit and watch, graceful and lethal form slinking through the tunnels of my make-shift home as I come closer, curiosity driving me toward them. I do not interact, not off the rip, though I do notice the wolf I met here before, Carnifex, I believe he was called. I do not make it straight for him, no, he is occupied and I will leave him to it.
My white, oil-spill eyes roll over the small crowd, wondering how no one was killing each other yet. I perch on a rocky outcropping and back up from the edge, making to lay down against the wall, my black tipped tail wrapped around my coal booted legs, and I watched. A red and white male must have had the same idea because he too came and perched on my rock. I looked at him for a while, said nothing, but soon enough my patience wears thin.
"This spot is taken, if you want to watch, find your own wall." I say idly to him, though he clearly outweighs and is taller than I am, I know what I can do. He does not.
seven • 39in / 165lbs • no one's darkness • none to shadow • none to keep her