She looks down at the plate with mesmerization. After looking at them both, slightly bowing to imply simple gratitude, she begins gorging down the food. Small, fox-like snickers escaped her vocal chords as she chowed down on the warm meat. Her ears move underneath her hood, shifting upright, and her tail gains a gentle sway.

She finishes it all quite quick, licking her lips. Her eyes travel along the wolf creature beside her.

" Thank you…truly” she finally takes a couple quick seconds to look in his eyes, this doesn't last long.

After this time of consideration, she scoffs a little, standing up. “I will be back, wait here.”

The least she could do was repay them with a tad more food abundance. After all, she had enough experience hunting to be able to capture a few rodents in a small hike.
She knew she couldn't trust these strangers with any sort of confirmation about who or what she was, but they did give her a touch of kindness. She had to seem somewhat thankful.

Read More...

Her focus was bombarded by an oddly intimidating scent. Quickly she looked beside her to see this large, wolf life creature. What?...what..is he?
She didn't think there were others like her.
Her fur rose, and her pupils narrowed. She looked down, not wanting to face him directly. She just nodded, trying to piece together how anything here was possible.

Read More...

After a bit of thought, she nods to him subtly, although her intentions were quite the opposite. She planned to take what she could and leave. This was an unknown, grey area she did not wish to play around with.
She couldn't trust people. Not anymore.

Looking down at the odd…muted pantone colored stew, she picked up the worn metal spoon and stirred it weakly. Hesitantly, she brought a small tasting to her lips. Her eyes got slightly wider, she looked up at the barkeep trying not to show her utter disgust. As she forced a swallow, a cough slipped out from her chest.
Grabbing the mug next to her, she hoped to wash the foul taste out of her mouth, but she was quickly proven otherwise. She groaned at the pungent, revolting flavor of the ale.
She wasn't sure whether to push herself to consume all of this now, or act as though she was full. Or even flat out say it was awful.

She could tell these people were in a pitiful state, a small part of her wondered if she could fetch a bit of game for them to take to their use.

Her focus was bombarded by an oddly intimidating scent. Quickly she looked beside her to see this large, wolf life creature. What?...what..is he?
She didn't think there were others like her.
Her fur rose, and her pupils narrowed. She looked down, not wanting to face him directly. She just nodded, trying to piece together how anything here was possible.

Read More...

After a bit of thought, she nods to him subtly, although her intentions were quite the opposite. She planned to take what she could and leave. This was an unknown, grey area she did not wish to play around with.

She couldn't trust people. Not anymore.

Looking down at the odd…muted pantone colored stew, she picked up the worn metal spoon and stirred it weakly. Hesitantly, she brought a small tasting to her lips. Her eyes got slightly wider, she looked up at the barkeep trying not to show her utter disgust. As she forced a swallow, a cough slipped out from her chest.

Grabbing the mug next to her, she hoped to wash the foul taste out of her mouth, but she was quickly proven otherwise. She groaned at the pungent, revolting flavor of the ale.
She wasn't sure whether to push herself to consume all of this now, or act as though she was full. Or even flat out say it was awful.

She could tell these people were in a pitiful state, a small part of her wondered if she could fetch a bit of game for them to take to their use.

Read More...

She shifted her focus onto the burly, but worn man. Her eyebrows furrowed a bit in annoyance before she quickly drew over her hood, tilting her head down.
Hesitantly, she spoke. "I'm not from this area.. but I was curious if you could spare a little nourishment?”
Her broken accent implied hints of German. Her voice was quiet and still, obviously avoiding any bit of specific information about herself. Shortly after she spoke, a faint growl trickled from her chest. Not out of aggression, but nervousness.

Read More...

 Her golden eyes intricately searched the building she had encountered upon. She lifted her chin to take in the scent of the air, which she found to portray signs of death and decay, but as well a sway of a wholesome welcoming?  Her fur tickled slightly through the wind as she continued. She reached the doors of the unknown, stone-worked building . Hoping to seek a sort of hospitality she could pull into her grasp, she gently laid her hands upon the wooden doors. She slowly pushed them open, a shattered ray of light bestowing upon her orange colored fur. Her ears perked up to detect anything she hadn't already.   After entering, she glared, frantically, examining every inch of what she had now gathered to be some sort of tavern. Dying, or seemingly despondent, commoners lay desperate, slumped against tables. Others give her differently implied looks. Some curious. Some frightened. Some excited.  “Where am I?…” She whispered

Read More...