[html] -Spasms.- I'm so freaking glad class is over. @_@ Sorry about the wait. D:
----------faster, faster.. the lights are turnin' red
 In sharp contrast with Anselm's powerful and muscular form, Maserati was petite and dainty, much like her mother. She possessed about the same strength as the next wolf--enough to take down small game un-shifted and perhaps the smallest of deer in halfling form. She'd certainly never gone after anything with teeth and claws that might fight back--and she intended to keep it that way. Her true strength lie in her speed; she'd never had difficulty outpacing any wolf, coyote, or dog. Even fleet-footed hares had limited success escaping from the girl. For this reason, she wasn't particularly concerned about her lack of prowess as a fighter. Whenever anything fishy came up, she could simply run away and Charger could escape to the trees. It was a simple formula but it worked. To top it off, there was the issue of mind over matter. It simply wasn't in her nature to attack another canine; she could easily be the definition of "non-confrontational." Whether Tal realised it or not, she was perfectly safe.
For now, she simply nodded as Talitha confirmed the borders as a prime location for finding Gabriel. At the mention of not taking kindly to wolves she frowned slightly, puzzled. Oi'm.. sorry to hear that? she blinked, genuine confusion creeping into her voice. So far as she was aware, she'd done nothing offensive during her stay. Corona hadn't ripped her apart at the borders, at least... that had to be a good sign, right? Then again, other than being on the smaller side, neither Corona nor Talitha looked particularly coyote-like. Poor Maserati--her open-minded upbringing rendered her effectively blind to the red, flashing neon signs: We Hate You, Get the Fuck Out. The skulls had registered, yes, but she'd interpreted them as warnings to any trespasser, not just those of her particular species.
Eager to move on to less depressing or uncomfortable subjects, she smiled and nodded as she remembered the Outpost. Yeh; 's just a small group of foreigners, mostly. Nothin' worthy of makin' the news. They mostly just did their own thing; they were isolated enough to avoid stepping on any neighbouring packs' toes and they certainly didn't go looking for trouble. It was a nice, country-esque retreat. As for Anselm, eh.. well, at three years old 'e seemed to realise that when yeh go fuckin' around, sometimes yeh wind up with kids, she said with a soft snort. At first this had annoyed her, but as time went on she came to appreciate the humour in it more and more. When 'e found out 'bout Ryan he decided to see who else he'd managed to spawn. Oi think 'e 's going to come back once he's satisfied with.. whatever 'e finds, whenever that may be. That part still didn't make a whole lot of sense to her, frankly.  |
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