[/html]He rambled on about how Halifax was a good place to find things, that he didn't mean her any harm. The de le Poer didn't believe him, but her body pretended to calm; there was no reason to cause him anxiety that might lead to her demise. He knew about the Inferni habit against wolves, but didn't have a problem with it. Internally, she wondered if he was sick in the head.
She finally turned her Massacre eyes back to the well-formed skull and dipped her brush in more of the sandy grey, gingerly fixing her gull as he offered to make cover paint. She shook her head, unwilling to take help from the stranger. He hadn't proved worth yet.
He wasn't from Dahlia de Mai, from Aniwaya instead. A subtle and amused smirk passed over her lips as she started in on the foam cresting atop waves. Aniwaya was, first and foremost, a pack that Inferni did not mind. Secondly, it was a pack of what she considered lunatics, ones who took the earth as brethren and guides from spirits that manifested as animals. Animals were for eating, not for forming bonds, though she knew members of her own home had their little pets. Hypocrisy on the part of the striking woman, who could see no true faults within her family.
"AniWaya, yes. I know of AniWaya." Though she felt vague distaste, she was smarter than to berate them. AniWaya had never caused her harm, and had never been an enemy, she certainly wasn't going to be the cause of poor pack relations. Silence fell over her for only a brief moment before she piped up with a question of her own: "What brings you so far away from it." True that she was far from Inferni itself, but AniWaya was twice the distance from where she sat. What sense was there to move so far, when AniWaya was possibly closer to other beautiful shores. Dahlia de Mai was, after all.
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