S'alright.
The dark-shaded feline looked a little startled for a moment before he gave his name ... Element. Elle-i-men-t. Like water and sunshine and grass and wind? What a peculiar name for a cat! Bindu's dark red eyes probed Element, as if, now, with a name, he had stepped into a new light. For the third time, he had set something into motion within the loner; a name. A simple word used for identification. Bindu marveled at that word- that name- Element. It introduced her to a new level of personality. And a little closer to civility.
An unexpected feel blossomed somewhere in the pit of the wolfdog's stomach just when she was about to bark out something nonsensical, forcing her mouth to gape slightly open. The squirrel was delicious, but it had been large and was eaten rapidly. In normal circumstances these conditions would have only resulted in a mild stomachache, but they were added to Bindu's half-starved status and mingled within her belly in an un-agreeable way. Dark eyes fluttered for a moment, then blinked tightly closed. Instinctively, her white paws turned away from Element seconds before everything -the squirrel, the seal carcass- was retched onto the beach in a few forceful hacks.
A pained expression passed over the young wolfess's face as she coughed the last bits up, yellow joining the red on her muzzle and staining the sand. There had been many revolting things through the course of Bindu's travels, but vomit was something that she would never lack disgust in. Adding to the growing unease, the image of a red wolf appeared near the vomit. Though his mouth moved and his jaws clicked, no words came forth, only a sickening orange fountain. Bindu's body trembled from the loss of weight and the sight of the mirage; that awful picture of disappointment. A fantod rose within the girl's chest. Anger at herself, anger at the hallucinations, anger at the ocean.
In a sudden spurt of emotion, the hybrid launched herself at the image, away from Element. Jaws were opened wide, longing for a taste of that ugly gray-and-russet fur. The only satisfaction given was the click of her yellowed fangs, snapping together on empty air. Bindu's body knew that it had no strength to chase a shadow after the moment had passed, and for a few seconds she stood there, collecting her breath and glancing back and forth for the red wolf. He -it- was gone.
Element was still there. He wasn't an illusion- he was real. A real cat. Bindu turned deliberately, dark eyes flicking back and forth in continued search. When she was at a comfortable distance from the distinguished feline, the wolfdog sat on her rump and glanced at him, abandoning pursuit. "It's'a picture," Bindu tried to explain her madness, "the wolf is. Always goes away." It felt good to talk about the red wolf. Nevertheless, the confessions were sealed with a mere mumble. "Coward." Element was left to interpret what he would.
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