(428) This is wonderful!
It had been a long while since the minuscule canine had decided to venture from the place that she now called her home. She hadn't even really cross the pack borders since she'd arrived. The amber eyes of the canine wandering about in her Optime form scanned the area, caramel outlined eyes looking frightfully wide as she searched for something that might interest her. Though, she was thourougly bored, paws kicking at a stray rock or leaf for amusement ever so often. A dirty green colored cloak hung around her shoulders, as it was really the only thing that comforted her in her oddly bashful state of mind that'd been put like so due to a dark and somewhat traumatic childhood involving death and sorts.
The Australian Shepherd's blue merle coat wasn't as noticeable during the night as it was in the day, though she still stood out with her odd mixture of colors, feathery fur sticking out in places more so than in others. With a shake of her head, she ceased her aimless wandering, the scent of another canine wafting towards the she-wolf's dark pink muzzle, rimmed with a more musty brown colored. Surely someone else wasn't up and about this late at night? Though, she supposed it was perfectly possible at the time, since it seemed like most of the wolves and dogs she encountered enjoyed the night time; though the moon was quite high in the sky and she doubted that anyone she knew was wandering around outside of the territory.
Tentively, she peered about, attention resting on another Australian Shepherd (the breed of her and her brother had once seemed so foreign, but the sight of another made her think twice about this) sitting near a rock looking content to Mayflower. "Hello?" she spoke in her voice that seemed to be changing due to her level of security - at the moment it was an octave higher than it normally seemed to be, though Mayflower didn't mind this change at all.
"I didn't think strangers roamed around at night," she said, straightening up as she normally had a hunched posture. Uncharacteristically, she spoke somewhat louder than she had before, though she had no further recognition of the other floppy-eared canine. Pulling her cloak about her slender and oddly small body, Mayflower advanced towards the rock where the canine was sitting cautiously, amber eyes in a squint as she approached. The humanoid dog, just above five feet tall, looked down upon the sitting individual she'd come across, a grin curling shyly across her muzzle.
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