She started talking about herself, and Riumrix was surprised to find that such a … flowery wolfess was in fact a trained female. But he was not surprised at all, apparently contrary to Atakask’s belief, that a female was a warrior. In his culture, all wolves were meant to conquer the weaker species, be they male or female. Among the Exoticans, it did not matter what gender the leader was, only the body count that they had wracked up. And then, Atakask gave her reason for always wanting to smell good. Initially, she had said that she used the… flowery shit… to help make herself be more presentable, but now the truth came out and it went back to the nitty gritty. Riumrix raised a brow and cocked his head while scoffing.

“Oh, is that a thing? Where you come from, I mean? That females… aren’t trained in fighting? It is certainly not the same thing where I hail from – you must fight to survive, you must fight to secure your place in life.” He paused, lips pursing together briefly as he thought. “And… you want to kill this enemy of yours… while you smell like… flowers? That makes exactly zero sense. It would be better I think to scare them with your ferocity or be more cunning than they.” Riumrix could not understand want to smell like something so delicate as a flower, but perhaps that would simply be one of this stranger’s oddities, something he would never understand. But then she changed the conversation, both the topic and the tone. Riumrix laughed with a shrug. “I am one of the rare Exoticans with some… unique evolutionary traits, so yes, my sense of smell is quite acute and accurate and I would be easily able to find you. As for if I would come looking for you, it would depending on a few things. Would we be on the same side, or would we be enemies? I suppose that is something we have still yet to decide… but out of curiosities sake, which side would you to prefer on? Would you want me to come looking for you?”

He waited for her reply, and then remained silent as she gave him information – it was intriguing, what she revealed. She told him in one second not to go far to the south lest he run into Kershov’s pack… and yet in the next she revealed that Kershov was her own Alpha. Aside from that, she started running her mouth about wolves with feathers, others with antlers… and vampires. Riumrix could not help it – he looked at her and laughed. He appreciated the compliment, but he could not ignore her words. “I’m sorry… I’m not sure whether this land is absolutely ridiculous, or if your imagination is just more creative than mine ever was. I mean… I understand that I am quite different than the average wolf, and yes, occasionally have vampiric tendencies, but real vampires? I’m sorry… are you serious?”

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