CUTTHROAT WOMAN; She had been searching for her brother and inevitably found herself lost. The Aesseldar native had no idea that this location had such tightly knit trees and barely breathable space for sunlight to pour in. Ankh's body, though small, was still not as dainty as it was when she was little. When once she could easily slip into each little crevice of space, she now must resort to pushing herself through. Which was why she worried that her brother would have wandered here. For it was in such a small space that he oft liked to go. And his scent was dwindling too; the last of it was lost outside of the woodland. If she couldn't find him soon, someone else will and they wouldn't be as kind as she.
CUTTHROAT WOMAN; She had been searching for her brother and inevitably found herself lost. The Aesseldar native had no idea that this location had such tightly knit trees and barely breathable space for sunlight to pour in. Ankh's body, though small, was still not as dainty as it was when she was little. When once she could easily slip into each little crevice of space, she now must resort to pushing herself through. Which was why she worried that her brother would have wandered here. For it was in such a small space that he oft liked to go. And his scent was dwindling too; the last of it was lost outside of the woodland. If she couldn't find him soon, someone else will and they wouldn't be as kind as she.
These woodlands were certainly not for the feint of heart and yet here Tintalle prevailed, pressing forward as best she could. She knew the glade to be nearby somewhere but had - naturally - gotten somewhat turned around in the woodland. Each tree looked similar to the last and the fog dealt no lucky hand for the grey woman. Occasionally she could feel the soft squelch of moss that had been keeping a hard drink for later. Though, what she hadn't expected was to find someone also among the Woodlands. It had been quite some time since she'd seen much of anyone here, really. Almost hesitation and tentative to call out to them, opting for a soft chuff - alerting them they were here while not opening up what might be an unwanted conversation.
@Ankh
CUTTHROAT WOMAN; At first, Ankh had believed the chuff was from her brother. But no, it wasn't. Because when she turned to look, the lion was a woman - a goliath of a woman too. Where they made them was a mystery, but Ankh was now shocked to know that such a towering valkyrie existed. If the women were this big, how big were the men? And to think she was Aesseldar native and yet she had no clue such lions could tower over her like this. While her heart beats with adrenaline-pumped excitement for a moment however, she still couldn't let this bar her task. The stoicness of her face hid well her true reaction. And there wasn't much to glean from this woman, one whose size was so immense she could easily take advantage of her. Ankh didn't chuff back, but she paced forward a little, angling her body so that the only way for the gray woman to come would be a tight squeeze and a push. Now, she was thankful that these woods were so close. Lost? Ankh asked. Or wandering?
The quesiton laid out before her was a valid question but one that Tin didn't feel she had an immediate response to. A response that was greatly weighted as she struggled to move closer until finally shoving herself forward where she was a mere foot form the much smaller, red-hued woman. A good bit of both, she guessed, as her quiet charm leaked miraculously through dark lips while ultimately forcing herself to cough for the delayed use of her voice in so long. That, partnered with the closeness she felt to this new fangled stranger. Don't suppose you're from around here, too? Tin had spent much of her time in the northern territories but she frequented the territories elsewhere on occasion. Simply looking for a change of scenery was typically her motive.
@Ankh
CUTTHROAT WOMAN; Ankh grunted, but then collected herself and offered the gray woman a half-smile. Both of them had no home but the country itself. No protection, as far as she could tell, and no chance to survive long enough once the wicked winter comes. Such was the ways that took the Ula'Nara women. Prey saw their red coats and quickly ran away. Which was why Ankh was glad she was built small. She could easily catch up to them. But this one here...she will have to use brute force. Should find a home, or the cold will get you Ankh's words were a warning, as she had seen creatures becoming the preys of a season and its weather. Even the strongest of men and women will falter underneath the clasp of coldness. Her eyes scanned the woman's body, tail furiously whipping behind as she watched for signs of battle. None. As was she too; too little battles occurred in her lifetime and none involved her. Born here Her raspy voice scratched the air, red eyes locked onto the woman's. Do you like it here? It's so empty.
@Tintalle
Tintalle had never once been scared of the bite of the seasons but she had also never been a rogue during any of them. She had always been well-fed by her parent's pride and cared for, so the warning that Ankh gave was a rude awakening. Winter. The season loomed on the horizon and would no doubt be here shortly. So it hasn't always been this empty? she asked, not knowing whether or not there was an appropriate answer to the question but asking it nonetheless. Tintalle had only been here a couple months and hadn't seen much of anyone. At least, not until recently. So far it is nice. The Glade to the southwest in particular. Perhaps this woman had seen it, too, and had reveled in his magical beauty.
@Ankh