if you throw me to the wolves
Delah ignores the first question. It is not Amalia's to ask, and for her part, Delah considers it answered.
The second though...
"These are our woods that you defile with your presence. Do we come into your homes, prodding your things and call it exploration? Delah hisses in a voice that rings distinctly feline. Gold rings her moss coloured eyes for a moment and she very nearly hisses.
"And all we wanted was to be left alone. One of us will get what they want." A near gale-force wind is summoned then, biting into Amalia's flesh and loosening the ground that her claws cling to. Defiantly Delah stands in its wake, hair a torrent of brown and eyes like determined boulders. "Jump." She commands again.
The second though...
"These are our woods that you defile with your presence. Do we come into your homes, prodding your things and call it exploration? Delah hisses in a voice that rings distinctly feline. Gold rings her moss coloured eyes for a moment and she very nearly hisses.
"And all we wanted was to be left alone. One of us will get what they want." A near gale-force wind is summoned then, biting into Amalia's flesh and loosening the ground that her claws cling to. Defiantly Delah stands in its wake, hair a torrent of brown and eyes like determined boulders. "Jump." She commands again.
i'll come back leading the pack
