09-30-2018, 04:07 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]To say the African wild dog was surprised was an understatment. She was taken aback at the apparent change in tone in the dragon’s voice and appearance. Ragnild was no fool however, and would use this to her advantage. It was nothing personal, but her mind was on survival mode and she had been without a home and pack for almost a month. She needed something, and the opportunity was presenting itself. She had made a mistake, but that was fine. As long as she had companionship and protection, she could thrive here. Of course, the jungle island didn’t exactly suit her tastes, because she was a runner and it’d be hard to run through this place, but this was her best bet.
”Yes, usually I’m much more aware.” Ragnild stammered. It was true. At least, during the time she had a pack. ”I ... I don’t suppose you’d mind letting me stick around? I’m a very good hunter ... er, what was your name again?” The painted wolf did wonder, privately, what he meant by Pittian. That was certainly not the name of her species and she pitied whatever species it was. To be hunted and hated by such a powerful creature must mean they live in some sort of eternal fear.
”Yes, usually I’m much more aware.” Ragnild stammered. It was true. At least, during the time she had a pack. ”I ... I don’t suppose you’d mind letting me stick around? I’m a very good hunter ... er, what was your name again?” The painted wolf did wonder, privately, what he meant by Pittian. That was certainly not the name of her species and she pitied whatever species it was. To be hunted and hated by such a powerful creature must mean they live in some sort of eternal fear.