Don't worry, let's fall into a little rhythm x3 sswm: 581
It seemed that the Phoenix Valley woman was collecting the old books, which Alyssum couldn't see any harm in it. Many came here to harbor the leavings of the humans that disappeared so long ago, nearly a lifetime away. Though they were gone from 'Souls', their mark and impact lived on beyond themselves. Their high towers of ruble cities remained standing like ancient forests, their trunks planted firmly into the cracking cement; even if they were crumbling from the ground up, they stood tall and proud, coated in dark green ivy and adorned with weeds. Every time Alyssum steps paw into Halifax, even if she visited it many times before, she could not help be but struck with the blade of awe about the humans' simple accomplishment.
Tala had seemed to hear her before she spoken up, since she turned around expectingly. A frown accompanied by furrowed eyebrows which met their point crossed her face as the she-wolf didn't look really surprised. She had hoped that she was silent, but the glass may have alerted her, since it was hard to step on an empty space with the shards scattered all over the moldy floor. This could have been a test for the young woman to see how her stalking in the snow could have been applied to a real situation, but she obviously failed because of the glass. Even if she had not pass Tala's awareness this time, maybe next time she will produce a better result.
The coyote allowed her face to smooth out, her brows falling back into a comfortable place over her blue eyes. Not too raised, nor too squinted to make it seemed hostile. She reviewed what was going on, too see what could possibly happen. Both of the females were obviously spooked by the other, which was a good assumption for a sudden meeting from canines from different packs. Now that there was nothing to fear, since it seemed Tala was waiting for Alyssum to attack her, which wouldn't happen unless she was provoked, while the yearling expected the opposite. She listened to the Phoenix Valley woman introduce herself, and maybe if they made small talk it could smooth things over and could make this interaction more comfortable than awkward and tense.
"My name is Alyssum de Fonte, Hastati of Inferni,"she muttered, bowing as best as she could, since it wasn't quite easily done unless in Optime form. "I was coming to see what was the noise that was coming here. Though many visit Halifax, it is so vast that it is rare to meet another at the same time." It was true; the young woman had not even began to venture much into Halifax, mainly to the University and back. There was a great portion that was still left untouched by Alyssum's curious paws, and they itched at the thought of the prospect of exploring the abandon city. She could imagine what treasures were waiting, undiscovered by the many raids of various canines that sought valuables. But, one thing was certain, and there was one type of spoils that never seem to run out: books.
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