The grizzled female wasn't all to sure of what to say, at first. Fear crept up with a sudden gust of wind as she approached the female leader, almost wanting to vociferate her anguish, turn, and run from the scene in case another attack happened. But determination kept Malachi there, as she slowly settled her large rump down onto the sand, the soft grains parting under her massive weight. "I'm.. Malachi." She introduced herself, an awkward tone in her hushed voice, though she could never forget where her manners were.
Simply looking at the female that lay before her, the honey-eyed female was unsure of what to make of her or the situation. The black wolf seemed exhausted, and lacked any energy to assert her dominance over the lands as she had moons ago. It was almost like Mala was staring straight into the emerald eyes of a different character, and not the ones that blazed with anger and passion that she remembered.
But after the large female spoke, the tension that hung in the air only became weightier as the black Consul spoke, her voice giving off the same expression that her eyes held. "Why?" Was her simple question, fuzzy ears twitching in confusion. A look of concern crossed her soft features, feeling her necklace tighten and give an uncomfortable pinch at the same time. She said no more, almost afraid of asking anything further.
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