Nov 2, 2012
spanish-mercenary has joined the pack.
Yet another person has seemed to find their way upon her lair... The hound found herself chuckling softly under her breath. Would this one prove to be a threat? Or, perhaps they would fear her, or maybe even be friendly? Only time would tell, but she may as well rush time right along.
She nudged her muzzle out from the bushed, still trying to keep in mostly shadow. Yet, she figured now would be the perfect time to speak right on up. "Hello there. What are you doing out here?" She asked, her voice sounding a bit rough, like a sick person's might. Now, she just had to wait for a reply, or even a simple reaction.
