Aww, thanks. <3 You don't have to. And I figured he was in lupus form. xD
The black male seemed confused for a moment, as if he didn’t understand her question, but something seemed to click and he answered. The story of a gift from his great-grandmother was a disappointing one; the silly girl buried deep inside Vesper had been hoping for a battle with a hawk, not some sentimental hand-me-down. She thought of Tobias, the companion of that Cour des Miracles wolf she’d met a while ago. She’d definitely enjoy having someone rip the feathers off that one.
Perhaps she was bitter because she didn’t have a heritage? She didn’t know any of her grandparents, let alone those beyond that. Hell, she knew her father only by the feel of his teeth in her skin and the croon of his voice. The only family she’d known was her mother and sister, and even then not well.
But Vesper prided herself in that. She was alone, but not lonely. She could take care of herself.
She’d be the one to tear off an eagle’s feathers rather than receive them as a present.
The dark wolf walked around her, somewhat stiff-legged, and she picked up her tense posture again though she wasn’t that worried. If he’d wanted to attack her, he would have done so already. They were simply going through the usual canine ritual of rigid caution, each not quite sure of the other’s intentions. She was used to that.
The male spoke of “humes” and mentioned the car had been used as a mode of transportation. Now, even the idea of riding horses seemed ridiculous, and the coywolf’s large ears stood up in surprise. She shook her head, curling her lip slightly at the sedan.
“We were given paws for a reason.” She leaned over and gave the car one last sniff, as if its scent would have changed in the last five minutes. “No wonder the pathetic creatures died out, if they couldn’t live without their machines. You have to give it to them, though; they were good at crafting.” Her characteristic smirk lightened her face for a moment. “Especially good at crafting noisy things.” A little joke, a little humility, lasting only a moment.
“It’s like another world here,” Vesper mused to herself, lifting her head and looking at the buildings rising around them. Even deeper into the city, where nature had not encroached but for weeds sticking out of cracked concrete, it would be even more alien. “I was born in the country up north. It was amazing to see even an old fence.” She took a seat on the pavement. “Though you luperci fashion your own interesting things, too.”
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