OOC: wow, sorry for the ridiculous wait. and this post is finished and shitty T.T
Kujo was often in a daze about everything, but today, he was alert and ready to attack anything that got in his way. He searched the air for a scent. It was a recognizable scent, thank god, for it was another Aniwayain. Kujo was relieved to draw in the scent, and now he was merely curious about whom it might be. What kind of Aniwayain would be out here besides himself? He looked from his perch and cocked his head. He saw no other wolvens yet. He moved on the rocks, being careful not to slip and break his skull. It was not until he was twice as high as he was before he was able to see the femme. She laid in the grass and he cocked his head and seated himself firmly on the rock above her.
Unlike him, she was in her feral form. all four of her paws hit the ground in soft, yet heavy steps that were fit for a warrior. How did he know that warriors had such heavy steps? Well...His father was a warrior, that's why. Kujo looked at her, her body somewhat bulky, but all in all, slim and fit as well. Her muscles were well formed, and able to be seen pretty easily. She must have been one of the warriors. Kujo yipped at her lightly before letting himself open his mouth to actually speak. "An Aniwayain, are you not? The name's Kujo Larose. Also Aniwayain. Yourself?" he asked, not bothering to even get down from his perch.
"speak"
