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[Jane]

Jane trotted through the new territory. Her mouth hung slightly open and she scented the air. Cold wind blew against her thick grey fur and stinging her eyes. Her paws were wet from the morning dew. The sun was rising, but it was still relatively dark, seeing how early it was.

Her ears flicked absently and her eyes scanned the horizon. It smelled strongly of other wolves here. She slowed down, moving cautiously now. It'd be better not to underestimate whoever was here. Spotting a small creek, she padded over, lapping hungrily at the water. Icy liquid ran down her throat.

The sound of paws sounded not too far off behind her and she was immediately alert. Her ears perked and she looked around, remaining attentive. She paused. Someone was there.

"Hi."

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Haiera wasn't sure what she was doing here. Or anywhere. She wasn't sure about anything anoymore.

There comes a time in everywolfs life when someone dies. Or perhaps, when they die, instead. Well yes. Everyone must die in the end. Yet is it possible to die twice? Fornif so, than perhaps Haiera would be one of those. For though, yes, she is technically alive in the metre sense of it, she is also dead. Or perhaps mind dead, which would be referred to as crazy. The young femme smirks at the thought, and expression that holds slight amusement, yet mostly just looks wicked. And so, her thoughts scuttling around like mice, her expression halfway between serenely innocent and deadly, she prowls along the riverbank and throughout the woodlands with but few things on her mind. She hasn't quite figured out what they are yet, but she's getting there.

She isn't really surprised when some wolf, frozen yet alert, greets her. Her almost nervous expression causes Haiera to chuckle. Or perhaps cackle? She's not really bothered for the difference. Her eyes take in the mannerisms of the wolf with curiosity, yet also a great sense of indifference. No doubt this woman will be boring, and she'll either kill her or ignore her. Either way, she tilts her head and gives her a perplexed look. "Hi? Hmm. I suppose that will do adequately enough. Greetings to you too." She spoke many years older than what she is, and her eyes are almost wild. She stalks a stiff circle around the other canine, her eyes locked on her like a vulture targeting a carcass. And yet when she halts again before the wolf, she smiles. Though she does manage to make the traditionally warm expression look both frightening and crazed as she pricks her ears with feigned interest. "Tell me, dear...do you have a name?"

[Jane]

Jane quickly took into account the wolf's... movements. They were calm, yet something seemingly deadly radiated, wildly, like the sun on a hot summer day. Her lips appeared as if they were to peel back, revealing teeth at a moments notice, but then, to her surprise, the she-wolf smiled. Jane shifted, almost uncomfortably. She sat back on her haunches, head tilted and her dark amber eyes weary and attentive. Her fur was instinctively puffed out due to the cold wind.

Jane let her mouth open slightly, taking in the smell on the wind as it blew in her direction, its cool sensation rolling off her pink tongue. No other wolves. Closing her mouth after a moment and opening it again to speak. "Sorry. Was that rude?" she woofed. She had tendencies to make bad first impressions. "Greetings, Haiera. I'm Jane." It was an interesting name, a tad peculiar.

Her stance remained still, her tail stirring the grass behind her. Though she sensed a small amount of tension, it was strangely peaceful. The sun had hardly risen to meet the pale blue sky and the oak trees offered a fine amount of shade, keeping the sun's glint out of her eyes. However, she was not diffident. While she was rarely aggressive, it was a scarce sighting to see her upset or hostile.

"Is this your territory?" she inquired. It didn't seem she was with a pack, but it wasn't for sure. Certainly she didn't run the whole area. It was decently large, however that could be an understatement on her part. She knew not the actual size of the place.

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The crazed wolf chuckles slightly, halfway between sweetly feminine and slightly mocking. This wolf new little of social greetings, or at least formal ones. Yet she seemed rather adaptable, which was interesting enough. And so Haiera joined the female in seating herself beneath the oaken branches high above, her gaze scanning the other curiously. The scar running the length of her left fore is obvious from this angle, a stark reminder of the very last time the femme broke. She'd torn a chunk from her leg and laughed maniacally. She'd also vowed never to show sorrow since that day, and so far she'd succeeded. She'd been so young and broken then, this was no longer so. Yet she was no less crazed, in fact, she was more so. Much like this wolf, it would seem, for she distinctly remembered not having said a single word of introduction to her. Yet.

"Oh? I do not remember giving my name. Yet perhaps my memory is no longer so sharp as my mind fades, hmm?" The wolf chuckles slightly once more, her eyes a little wild. "Jane is such a simple name, yet I suppose it has its pros as well" She dpshrugs, indifferent, before her eyes flicker slightly. Strangely. Her head snaps left and she utters a low growl of warning to something that may or may not be there, before clearing her throat and returning her attention to Jane.

The wolf looks almost startled for a moment, as though she had not expected the other to speak. Yet she regained herself in the blink of an eye, the corner of her maw snaking into a bemused smirk. "Nay, my child. I lay no such claims upon this land. However, I might watch out for its occupants, they might be a little...distasteful, per say." She offers the slightest of shrugs, a roll of her shoulders before her eyes flicker strangely and she peers straight at the younger wolf. "Tell me...what would you do if I attacked you? Would you, kill me, perhaps?" Some of the things she inquired were a little...spontaneous, perhaps. Yet it was a fair question in her opinion, she wanted to know what this wolf would do in situations like that. Would she kill a crazed wolf? Or would she run?