He ain't seen me crazy yet
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Tola had an itch between her shoulder blades, a sort of awareness that came and went whenever she thought she smelled something nearby. Her nose was as tired as she was, though, and so it took lifting her nose and turning her head slowly to check the area. She smelled little, only a bit of city scum, and...wolf? Except the scent was not as strong as it used to be, and seemed mixed with something else. She turned around fully, her eyes scanning restlessly until they happened upon a white...thing. Not white, she realized a moment later, but albino, as she saw by the pink nose and reddish eyes. Tola tilted her head to the side, trying to decide what it was--if it was an enemy, a wolf, or some unknown creature that might possibly be on their side.

Aleksei took no notice of her until the other woman came a bit closer. He turned his head, his nose twitching at the end of his large nose, and his eyebrows furrowed as he studied the white female across from them, just as confused about what, exactly, she was made up of as Tola was. Neither of them had ever heard of, or seen, a coyote; Aleksei's interactions had been strictly limited to his family and the animals he hunted for the better part of his life. He didn't much care for wolves, now, considering his companion went berserk whenever they came across one, but the one who approached them now didn't smell like a wolf. And she was rather small for one, though perhaps that was just Alek and his...largeness.

Flicking the cigarette away once it'd reached the butt, he turned to look at Tola, who hadn't moved from her head-cocked, curious position. Well, he supposed it was up to him to do something about the stranger; what, though, he wasn't sure. He lifted his nose again to take in the scent, and then had to lift a hand and scratch the back of his head. It was too early, and he was too tired to even contemplate being angry. "What exactly are you, then? Y'don't smell like a wolf. Not completely." She didn't even smell like a halfling, and that bothered him. There was something he was missing here. He didn't like when he was missing things; it made him feel stupid.

Tola took a hesitant step forward at his voice, and then twitched a little, as though she would run up and check out the strange creature for herself. Aleksei's hand coming to hold the back of her neck stopped her from doing such a thing, but her eyes were bright and curious, and she seemed more interested than disgusted.

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