It did not bother her to be out in in this dangerous storm. The onslaught of the thick rain falling down did not slow her down. She was aimed to getting back into the comforts of her warm den, but after seeing the figure atop the hill she knew she would need to investigate it. She wasn’t quite sure if it was worth her time, but for all she knew it was some lost wolf that had no clue as to where they were and really who would want to stay lost in this weather? Silently she made her way towards him, each black paw pressed into the soggy dirt in a calculated method, those dark eyes staying on target. Eventually she would make it up the hill without him noticing, her radars pointed towards him as she simply stood there quietly.

As the lightning flashed and illuminated her scarred face her own eyes would look over his own scarred face. It wasn’t that often to come across another wolf that shared her similar exterior scarring. She was not one to ask questions on one’s appearance. No one had done the same for her and she didn’t feel it was necessary to inquire about such a thing. As she stood there her half-torn ear would twitch as she heard his low baritone voice flow with the backdrop of the sound of hard rain slamming into the terra firma. His question causes her to simply shrug as her own bloodstained lips parted to reveal a flash of her teeth, subtly, as her soft cold lyrics dripped our slowly.

“Your face wasn’t something worthy to remember.”

There was no flicker of amusement within her dark eyes and there was no hint of a smirk either when she resumed to be silent. Indeed she did not remember him from the grotto. Hardly did she remember anyone she came across. She typically kept to herself when she was in the loner lands hardly wanting to bother others much less allow others to bother her. It did not bother her when he allowed his eyes to wander along her own frame. There was hardly anything special about her body or her looks. Her appearance was never something she was so concerned about. That he would respond in such an unenthusiastic manner was not shocking either. She knew at a young age no one would ever look at her exterior appearance with approval or admiration, and neither would her intelligence. Always she would be seen as nothing special and she could accept that. After all, she would always be known as the girl that was Tobias imprint…that’s all she ever would be to the majority of wolves. She would only matter to the very few that saw her, for her. Softly she spoke again, nonchalantly, as she explained why he would be so disappointed.

“When others get hold of new information, even rare information, they tend to get a little flamboyant hoping that what little they had can grow into something more.”