03-15-2012, 08:26 AM
She had not been expecting interruption and Caspa's hackles prickled quite out-of-character: usually so restrained in her emotions, she didn't much look forward to explaining what she was doing helping a prey creature, nor to the circumstance that was bound to follow on being found by some hungry canine: either attempting to protect the bull, or standing aside to watch him die. The latter was far more likely: all things died and Caspa knew this without sentimentality. She herself could not wield that final blow lightly, but others were not so controlled in their movements, and that brought balance. Nothing was good or bad to Caspa: everything a shade of evenly tinted grey, and her actions dictated by an emotionless code, in order to prevent her having to navigate through this impassive world blindly and guide her to her eventual destination. Or so she hoped.
The woman who came near now though did not seem like the usual breed of random marauder Caspa expected. She wore elegant adornments, and a crow perched on her brow: her aura tasted of AniWaya, but she was unfamiliar in appearance - Caspa had seen a number of that pack's members during the war, and supposed this woman might be a newcomer. Perhaps she was even the new leader, the fabled member of the Great Tribe who she had been assured was much more peaceful than the last one. The woman spoke to her bird, which flew away, then turned to Caspa with a demanding tone. Caspa had remained crouched to her task without paying too much outward heed to the fawn-coated wolf, although she was intent upon her sound and scent and sight: curious to know what the reaction would be. It seemed the sight of the pained moose affected her deeply, which was astonishing to the half-dog Courtier. She had not met anybody with such a sensibility before. But the woman could not be personally linked to this moose, for Caspa had followed him from such a distance. "I found him like this," she answered before observing "You speak as though you have great interest in his welfare."
The woman who came near now though did not seem like the usual breed of random marauder Caspa expected. She wore elegant adornments, and a crow perched on her brow: her aura tasted of AniWaya, but she was unfamiliar in appearance - Caspa had seen a number of that pack's members during the war, and supposed this woman might be a newcomer. Perhaps she was even the new leader, the fabled member of the Great Tribe who she had been assured was much more peaceful than the last one. The woman spoke to her bird, which flew away, then turned to Caspa with a demanding tone. Caspa had remained crouched to her task without paying too much outward heed to the fawn-coated wolf, although she was intent upon her sound and scent and sight: curious to know what the reaction would be. It seemed the sight of the pained moose affected her deeply, which was astonishing to the half-dog Courtier. She had not met anybody with such a sensibility before. But the woman could not be personally linked to this moose, for Caspa had followed him from such a distance. "I found him like this," she answered before observing "You speak as though you have great interest in his welfare."