It should have been expected that the strange wolf might have reacted poorly to being taken by surprise, but Persephone had a slightly vain streak and never expected anyone else to be as she was. She was cautious of others by nature and hated surprises, herself, and so this thought could not completely transfer onto another. She froze and tensed the muscles in her legs and back, large ears falling back when the other girl went just as stiff-legged and for milliseconds they had a quiet stand-off.
At the very least, they were on the same page right from the start.
The other relaxed, eased up... and Persephone followed suit, though she never completely lost the tension in her lanky legs and shoulders. A too-large paw lifted slowly and took a ginger step forward, her nostrils subtly flaring as she took a sniff of the air. The scent was familiar, but not in any way that she could place. It only reminded her of a warmer, lazier time when it was dark, but the darkness was not frightening. The warmth moved - it wriggled, and she wriggled right back up against it. Persephone had known since she was capable of comprehending it that she had been born with siblings, as it was much the reason for her mother's bouts of melancholy, but she could only ever remember scents and vague, muffled sounds. She could only feel the empty, incomplete pit of her stomach that grew sour when she thought about it.
Her stomach was sour now, though she could not figure out why.
"Persephone," she answered the other's inquiry with a firmness that belied her own uncertainty. However decisive her tone was, she clearly appeared to be both wary and curious. "Though, I suppose who I am would mean nothing to a stranger. It wasn't my intention to startle you." Though she didn't exactly sound apologetic. "You just seemed... familiar. You are two springs old, as well, aren't you?"
(Sorry, it's kind of terrible D:)
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