Sorry again for taking a while to get to this.
Vesper wasn’t quite worried about being attacked by the female she had scented. First of all, she was quite confident in her own abilities in a fight—as well as her abilities to escape if the situation became too much for her to handle. While her common sense often lapsed as her pride took over, she could intelligently assess a situation before she got angry. And she knew a couple of routes that could get her quickly out of Halifax, having explored the city a few inches at a time earlier in the day.
There was a small bark in return to hers, however, and the hybrid stood on the cushion and let her tail swing leisurely and low behind her. It looked promising that she’d have a decent conversation, as long as this female was intelligent. Even beauty—if this woman was beautiful up close—wouldn’t excuse someone for lacking brains.
The dark optime-formed wolf walked forward, and Vesper let her blue eyes scan the canine a little more closely. She was large and strong, showing that she’d at least worked in her life rather than lounging around prettily. Her dark fur was flecked with greys and silvers across her back, which was interesting, and golden bracelets wrapped around the curves of her wrists and thighs.
The coywolf let her tongue flit across her lips, not quite sure how she felt about the woman in that form, and pricked her ears when she spoke, introducing herself as Silyva Sapphire.
“I’m Vesper,” she replied, smirking slightly. It wasn’t a rude or very amused smirk, but rather a smile that couldn’t quite get there. She reserved smiles for only good friends or special situations, and most acquaintances didn’t cut it. Glancing up into the pretty liquid gold eyes, she wondered what else to say or do; she certainly didn’t feel like jumping off the couch to further draw attention to her small size. Besides, her leg was still somewhat weak from the bear attack.
“You smell like—well—did you meet a weasel recently?” Vesper sounded less than confident for once in her life, mostly because she didn’t want Silyva to take the question the wrong way. She could definitely smell something—maybe mink or marten?
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