ANIMAL INSTINCTS -- O, CHASING TAIL

[imperia]

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When it comes to magically transforming from one creature to another, Imperia cannot relate. She has always been herself. The closest thing to a transformation for her is probably the rapid growth from small pup to a young adult. Peri has always has large eyes and limbs too long for her petite frame, though, so perhaps she can relate to the sentiment of feeling like she does not belong in her own body. Her mother and father were beautiful wolves the color of sand and stone and eyes the color of leaves in the spring. She looks nothing like either of them, and because she is definitely her mother's daughter, her father, Pierre, always accused Mother of infidelity. Maybe the accusations were true, and maybe they weren't, but she always felt as if there was a disconnect between herself and her father. She wanted to love him, but he was not very accommodating.

Much like Suiteheart, the young she-wolf is drawn to the sound of commotion. The speaker sounds so upset that Peri cannot resist the urge to make sure that he is okay. Slender limbs carry the meek predator quietly towards the point of origin. She slows as soon as Church and Suiteheart come into sight. Imperia still dons her leather satchel, the aroma of herbs and fresh flowers following her wherever she goes. She offers a friendly smile upon observing the situation. "Ah, hello," says the girl with a faint french accent. "That looks like fun." she means the tail-chasing. Peri has never done it herself, but she can often be found sitting in the warmest patch of sunlight. That's another natural canine instinct, right?