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The creatures were both odd, she thought. They weren't horses but they were docile like the Ichikan steeds. It seemed as if they didn't care that she was approaching, though, as they continued doing whatever they had been doing before. One of them looked massive, too. Like it could easily crush the ribcage of a Luperci and just keep going. A dangerous animal to hunt, if one were so inclined. Yet it had somehow been tamed by this strange ruddy male. It made her wonder what sort of tricks he had to capture animals. Perhaps he had a clue that he could tell her so that she could get a horse of her own. Yes! This could be a very good learning experience indeed for her if he was able to give her that. It was something that she had been seeking for several weeks and here was opportunity presenting itself.
At his hand raised to hail her, she raised her own hand and smiled to show her good intent. Her ears also swayed and she was surprised not to hear words in return. The girl hadn't noticed his scars yet, because she had been more focused on the creatures around him. It was now that her gaze settled on them and she frowned a bit; wondering who could cause harm like that to another wolf. Melee raised her hand to her throat, as if to indicate where the sounds of her own voice came from. How horrible! It made her fur bristle just to think about someone doing that to someone. As an Ichikan, she believed firmly in peace and wasn't one to cause pain. Sympathetically, her throat throbbed in a steady beat against her hand. She finally lowered her hand, her ears lying back against her head in sadness.
"Can you not talk?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. She had never met someone before who was physically incapable of vocalizing.