Her response makes my brow rise momentarily; she issues a challenge almost, as if it is I that must prove to her that I am worth being proved to. I suppose I cannot blame her. Her scent is not ripe with Moladion; she does not know the blood I have fed into the shore to keep it my own, or the strings I delicately pull beneath the paws of others. She cannot be blamed for not knowing. Still, she is right - I enjoy a challenge, a mystery, something to be solved. Those without secrets are seldom worth the attention. Of course, I do not speak on it; I continue onwards, a shark to her waters.
She is like a fox though. She is quick to slide away, my ear flickering in response to her jestering laugh. Is it so amusing? Nonetheless, I lope after her, my tail arched in dominance and my ears forward to catch her words as I break into a circle. She seems to think for a moment, a realization that makes my lip twitch up in an amused grin, before she finally issues herself a name. I am sure we both share an understanding in that second - we are both liars. We are playing the same game. I flatter her nonetheless, nodding in affirmation as I come along her side.
I am entertained by her mannerisms as she darts alongside, and I change my trajectory towards the inner reaches of Glorall. I feel her fur tangle in my own, the vibrancy of hers mingling with the paleness of my own. This time, I remain quiet, watching her closely from my peripherals. There is mischief in her face, her eyes bright with her own motives. It is intriguing, no? Perhaps I have made a good decision - and then, she speaks.
I am quick to respond, my paws following suit as she dashes away. I know these lands well, and I weave close to her to issue my words;