Be careful making wishes in the dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
Tymeria looked up at the throaty voice. A black furred male stood in front of her, glaring grumpily. Given his scars, the effect was slightly disconcerting.
"Tymeria, but considering how you've shortened your name, you can call me Tymeria." She bit back sulkily, already grumpy from losing herself in her thought again after she had promised herself that she wouldn't, and also because this guys bad attitude was annoying her already.
"And yes, I am new to this. I've only just found my way here from the crater. Given your word choicing, I take it that you've also only just found your way here."
This male looked as though he'd been through a lot, with his scars and his bad attitude. She turned her head away from him and his intimidating scars, looking up at the watery sunlight. For summer, it aeemed incredibly cool, as the wind nipped through her bones and through her fur, seeming to freeze her already sluggish blood. She shivered uncontrollably, then winced, realising she was probably making a bad impression on this baron. Looking back, she attempted to still her shaking body, wrapping her tail around her feet, and glaring at the male as if it was his fault. This guy was grumpy for sure, but luckily for him, Tymeria could give as good as she got.
TYMERIA