OOC: Cx Why thankies! Same for you.
Miri watched with mild intrigue as the man eyed her a moment, calm, light metallic gaze searching mahogany hues for his reaction. She rather enjoyed reactions, particularly those from men and interesting sorts, when she managed to play the sneaky, coy lady prowling for social interaction. This brute, though, with his graceful stature and rusty hide, offered little in the manner of a reaction, only taking another drag of his cig and looking at her again. Miriette felt almost disappointed. Almost. If he didn't feel like being fun and making startled faces or gawking at the chocolate furred female for her somewhat provocative position, well... that was his problem. She shifted upon her rock, tail curling in an almost dog-like manner.
Ebony dipped harks swiveled forward as gruff voice left slender, red-marked maw, their owner simply watching. Of course he wasn't lost. Men never wanted to admit they had no idea where in the world they were. Miriette, well, she was born here in Nova Scotia. There was not a single place that held no memory for the hybrid female within a few hundred acres, it was likely- especially here, within the Dampwoods. She had grown up here- not a single leaf was unknown. The coywolf cocked her head at the now silent brute, slight amusement crossing her more wolfish features. Coyote's build finally rose from its place atop the now warmed stone, creamy maw creased in a slightly wicked smile to be lost in the falling darkness. Gaze rose to the skies as the defiant rays of their flaming star pulsed into hues of crimson and maroon, pooling into the ever darkening navy mantle draping itself over their world.
Still the silence ensued, until Miriette leaped off her perch, alighting gracefully upon dark paws and slender hands, sending a rustling breeze through the hibernating plant life. As she stood, the man stood, and she prepared to continue her tracking of the canine prey that now knew of its predator. He offered her a glance as she twined dark fingers behind raven head, arms raised to cup the sides of her head. Of course she was going to follow him, silly paranoid man. "Well then, monsieur not-lost, dare I ask where are you going?" Her quebec accent lilted softly over her words as she reached his side. If he was heading to Phoenix Valley like she was, it wouldn't hurt to travel with him, right?
Talk. Think. Walk.
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