Bambi never had to participate in a joining before. She had been born into slavery.. It hadn't really been a choice. She some times wondered if it was something that she had done in her previous life that had caused her current one to turn out this way.. But then again, some of the other workers just seemed to sweet to have done anything wrong. Even as another being.

Granted, most of the slaves weren't very nice. There was two different groups, the ones that sucked up to the slave masters, and the ones that went against them in every way possible. The group of suck ups was reasonably smaller.. Probably because they didn't get much credit for following the rules and snitching on others. Those that rebelled usually only did so in small ways; occasionally letting a growl slip when they received the whip, or even just going a tad easier on the opposing slaves when they were forced to fight for the entertainment of their masters.

Nana mewed, turning her judgmental eyes towards the canine. There was a lot of things the dog had gotten used to, but that was no one of them. My dear, the cat said, speaking in a casual, yet annoyed sounding voice. We are getting close. Bambi was already quite aware of this. The scent that had begun to creep in to nostrils her definately smelled of wolves. She noticed that they feline's eyes were still on her, but decided not to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she was indeed intimidated. The animal gave an annoyed sound, skipping forward some and teasing the pup's nose with her tail. "For an old lady, she sure moves a lot.." Bambi remarked silently, eying the kitten as she carried on with her prancing.

As they neared the invisible border line, her companion slowed down. It wasn't many times that the cat allowed it to show that maybe some creatures, like wolves, MAY be able to take her down. Her self-opinion was obviously exaggerated. "She needs to be knocked down a few notches.." The girl thought, almost smirking at the image of Nana cowering as she faced a foe bigger and more arrogant then herself. The dog gazed down at the kitten for a moment, hoping she would make a smart comment that would give her a reason to put off calling for someone to greet her.. Even if it was only for a second. No need to hesitate. We are already here. Get it over with. Bambi nodded. She knew it was true.. But the butterflies that had made her stomach their temporary home just wouldn't listen. She lifted her head, pulling her lids over her orbs and opening her maw, releasing a long, musical, howl.

The female's tail slid itself between her two hind legs, curling itself up against her stomach. I wouldn't talk to her. It's useless. The cat said, turning her eyes towards the dog for a moment. She doesn't speak. Bambi looked down at the feline, wishing desperately that something would fall out of a nearby tree and knock her out. She can. And she can clearly understand anything you say.. She just fears..- Nana trailed off.. Wisely not beginning to speak on why Bambi really was afraid to talk. "Beatings.." Bambi thought to herself, a shiver running over her body and she thought of all the ones she had taken for saying something foolish.

The dog glanced up at the male. He was obviously of high authority, that could easily be told by the way he carried himself. "Unless he simply doesn't know his place." Bambi knew all about ranking. Those who were ranked higher up were usually more vicious.. And quite power hunger. Ignoring her wandering thoughts, she lowered herself for a moment. This was a rather common movement, one that most recognized. A bow. Despite how common the gesture, the cat explained anyways. A greeting. Hello. I don't speak dog, Nana said, scoffing. "but I'm pretty sure her howl said something that let you know that she is here to join."

Bambi couldn't believe the level of disrespect Nana seemed to be giving off. Even if she wasn't directly saying anything rude, the way she was carrying herself was much less then reasonable. "Her name is Bambi. She has.. Some, skills. That you may find useful. I certainly don't, though." The dog lowered her head again, flattening her ears completely back against her skull. She can hunt, as most can. But even more intriguing, she can do it solo. You know, alone? Bambi couldn't take it anymore, she admitted a low growl. Swallowing her fear for a short enough time to utter the word "Sorry." She deeply hoped that the wolf realized that the growl wasn't meant for him.. But she had to put that stubborn cat back in her place sometimes. It was not fair for Nana to treat the wolf as if his intelligence was lower then her own.. She didn't know that for a fact, and chances are, it was untrue. The cat acted fakely offended by the noise, lowered her eyes at the dog before continuing. She can tame and care for things.. Also has a talent in carving. Ah, and, she knows a few healing and cleansing rituals. As well as some others.. But I doubt those will be of much use to you.