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[Anita]

"The rain is quite aggravating, isn't it? Yes, very much so. It's like a never-ending river from above." A voice drifted across the meadow as a shape made its way through the downpour, ears flattened and eyes squinted. "How come it always pours when there is no shelter to be found?" The voice came again, its speaker clearly annoyed at the rain. She was not fond of the rain, and being out in the open didn't make it any better.

"Oh look! Slight shelter, quite joyous!" The dire sang, a grin appearing for a moment as the hope of being dry entered her mind. Her paws went a bit faster now, splashing in the water that seemed to sit on top of the grass of the field, ever-growing in depth as the rain continued to pour down from the saddened clouds above. "Why did we even come here? There are barely any trees, just out in the open like a silly pup. This is so frustrating. You're the one who wanted to explore. This is what you get." While in the rain, her temper had gotten increasingly worse. One of the things that the small dire hated most; getting wet.

Grumbling to herself, she slunk underneath the tree, getting as close as possible and sitting down. "This rain is just... just... absurd." She muttered, glaring at it from under the shelter of the branches. This small tree wasn't much of a protecting force, but it would do for now, as much of the rain was being stopped. Sighing, she slunk down to her belly, muzzle resting on muddied paws.

"Well, isn't this enthralling." Anita sneered, sarcasm pouring out in her words, eyes watching the sky with an unamused look, trying to will the rain to go on its happy way somewhere else. What started out as a chance to explore had turned in to a downright unhappy meeting with nature, and it caused the dire's attitude to go from excited to completely displeased. Her worst fear was that the rain would go on for several more hours, days even, and currently, it looked like the clouds would never let up.

[Veritas]

[atrb=width,433,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=5D462E] "Well, I think so." He answered her, though he knew her speech had not been directed to anyone but herself. He kept his distance, but shifted so that he was noticed. His frame was cloaked in filth and caked with mud that refused to remove itself even with the rain falling down on him. He lay relaxed in the stormy weather, yawning lightly as he stared at the miserable dire. She was smaller than the other ones he had seen, but he thought little of it as she was still every bit the size of him, if not larger. He shook himself lightly, blinking as he sat up, he hadn't been sleeping, who could sleep in the weather that thundered over the land? He had merely been waiting out the storm. "Haven't you heard it's not good to sit under trees in storms?" He asked, cocking his head to the side in a curious manner, the thick bony spikes alone his shoulders and the back of his neck no doubt becoming somewhat visible at the motion. He shifted his front paws, an uneasy habit of his. What more was there to say to her? She was clearly miserable in the rain, but that led to question why she had visited the field when rain was on its way. He had seen the thunderheads approaching earlier that day, hadn't she? Unfortunately, both had blindly been caught up in their daily activities and they were both stuck out in the rainstorm. He frowned. He wanted to be in his shelter, but...that was not probable at the time. She would probably want the shelter for herself and it was not big enough for them both, in fact, he suspected it would barely be big enough for her to fit under. "I'm guessing you don't like the rain?" He asked, trying to casually keep up a steady, amiable, conversation going between them, though mostly he wanted to steer the conversation in a specific direction. He doubted she would be pleased with the outcome of the conversation, but he didn't care at that point. Already he was choking back laughter at her miserable expression and sour attitude.

[Roman]

Roman wandered into the meadow apathetically, wondering if this was some pack's territory, and then deciding he didn't care one way or another. He sniffed the air, but then realized that he couldn't smell anything properly because of the blasted rain. It was winter; shouldn't it be snowing? Snow heightened his senses, made the air cleaner, and carried smells farther - rain, on the other hand, just made everything soggy. Roman didn't like the rain much, but he didn't honestly care enough to have it annoy him. He glanced about the valley almost inattentively, and then spotted a very small cluster of trees on the other side of the field. When he squinted, narrowing his amber-gold eyes lazily, he could make out two wolf-like figures. Oh. Did someone live here after all?

He felt as though he really ought to go over and say something. Roman didn't really feel like it, though. He didn't have much to say to other wolves anymore, not after traveling for such a long time by himself, and after his pack's mutiny. Still, he didn't want to stay in the pouring rain forever, and he might as well walk that way to find some shelter. He didn't have to actually talk to the two wolves. Forcing his limbs to start moving, he padded through the empty field, feeling exposed. A gust of rain-filled wind soaked through his red fur, making him, if possible, even colder. Disregarding his uncomfortability, he fixed his eyes on the wolves in front of him as they came into focus.

One of them was a dream wolf, he could see that now. The dream was an ostentatious gold color, and he had spikes going up his spine. Roman frowned slightly. He had never been very fond of dream wolves - they were too flashy for his taste. Who needed all that color? He shifted his gaze towards the second wolf, and saw one of his own kind, a dire. He felt a little bit warmer towards the little red brown wolf than he had towards the dream, but barely. He wasn't exactly eager to speak to either of them, and he slowed as he came towards the tree. He was hesitant, debating whether he should loop around or go past them. If he walked past them, he ran the risk of being seen - but then again, if they were at all observant, they would have seen him already.

OOC hope you don't mind if I join in. :3 My muse is sort of bleh, so it's a pretty boring post. xD

[Anita]

"Well, I think so." The voice stung her nerves, narrowed eyes shooting from the sky and towards the speaker, ears flicking with uncertainty. Standing up now, she frowned even more, "Then you're a fool." She said, ears now pinned back to her head once more, slowly shifting a step or two back. Lookit what this rain did to me. Completely unaware. How ridiculous. And who is this annoying-colored one anyways, eh? Who does he think he is? For a moment her attention escaped to something behind him, but she forced it away, not wanting to lose focus on someone who might be a threat.

Why yes, she was quite aggravated and paranoid. Usually, she wouldn't have been so edgy, but the rain had truly put her in a bad mood. "Haven't you heard it's not good to sit under trees in storms?" "Where else should I go? I'm not just gonna.. sit in the rain." She replied, pausing for a moment as she looked at the rain then regained her thoughts. While she hadn't said anything about it, the question had sent her mind reeling. Of course she knew it was bad, but she wasn't just going to be out in the middle of every where. But now that this stranger had brought the topic up, scenarios of all possible tragedies ran through her head. "I'm guessing you don't like the rain?" At this, she let out a laugh, "You're quite the genius."

Shaking her head in slight annoyance, she turned her attention elsewhere. At first, everything seemed in place and like it had been before, the rain pounding and the wind sweeping across the field. Then, she spotted a moving figure, and her heart dropped for a moment. It's an ambush! I bet they're coming from all angles. A quick scope of the surrounding area was performed before she returned her eyes to the approaching figure. Okay, none others.. yet. But what if the rain stops and they appear... ah. The rain. It's still here. She frowned again. Focusing now on this newcomer, she noticed that the creature was a dire like herself, so she wasn't completely against the idea. Still, she wasn't keen on the fact that she would have to actually interact, but she would put up with it if the dire made a move towards them. Now, she was at a dilemma. The two strangers were at two different angles, but she wanted to be able to see both of them and make sure they weren't trying to form some attack plan. So her eyes shifted in between both of them, still uncertain if the other dire had any intent of making contact or not. Whatever he decides, I'll see it. I will. Can't do anything without me seein' now. She thought to herself, having to hold back a slight grin.

[Veritas]

[atrb=width,433,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=5D462E] The Dire seemed upset that he was there and so close. That's her own fault, she should have paid more attention. He decided quietly, throwing any guilt he was beginning to feel to the side. If she had been able to open her nose and open her eyes she would have seen the bright fur, even when wet and muddy, and known that he was there. If not by his fur than by the spikes that were clearly visible as they ran the length of his spine, starting at his brow. Foolish indeed... He laughed quietly. Pale eyes flickering with amusement as they stared at her agitated form. His eyes casually took in the shuffled backward movement with sharp intensity. His eyes momentarily honing in on the movement before they flicked back up to her countenance. "Am I?" He asked curiously, cocking his head ever so slightly to the left. He found her logic scewed, but his opinion remained silent. All brawn and no brain. Such a waste. He thought sadly. Though he was somewhat glad that her species was rather slow, it meant he didn't have to worry about her. It certainly spiced up the conversation. When she spoke about having nowhere else to go his expression reflected open wonderment of her intelligence. "There's an abandoned den not far away." He shrugged, letting her in on a small secret of his. "Perhaps you'll pay more attention to the sky before going somewhere next time." He added absently, as he glanced towards the field, reassuring himself that he was not about to be pounced on by a bunch of brain dead Dire wolves. Her laughter was obnoxious to his ears, but it was light and somewhat nervous as well. He flashed a grin as he laughed with her when she managed to speak. "I try." He said sarcastically. He didn't have to try to be smarter than her, but for conversation's sake he did not add that. It was sad to admit, but he had not noticed the approach of anyone until his nervous look out had. His ears twitched, his lip following the movement, and soon the rest of his head did as well. His eyes focused on the oversized figure as it ambled forward, nostrils twitched, sucking in the moisture laden air and picked up the faint smell of a male wolf. By sheer size he noted that it was a Dire. Now it was his turn to shift uneasily as he was now outnumbered, even if the wolf seemed hesitant about venturing near them. "Well?" He asked," are you just going to stand there?" His voice was calm, neutral, he hid the rudeness that he wanted to roughen his voice with.

[Roman]

The rain was beginning to slow a little, a fine drizzle taking its place. The entire valley was filled with a ghostly mist, making the miserable day both a little more frigid and mysterious. Winter was coming, that was obvious; the entire forest was on the brink of a season change. Thanks to the thinning of the rain, Roman's fur was beginning to dry in messy little spikes, but the sweeping fog chilled him to the bone. Because of the the soaking he had undergone, his fur had become slicked close onto his body, making him seem smaller than he was - but with its drying, he was beginning to look more impressive. Which didn't really help his desire to blend into the forest and go about unnoticed, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Roman was still trying to decide whether or not he should make a detour around the wolves for the sake of avoiding contact, or just go past them and risk passing social graces when the gold dream wolf spoke. Twisting his ears forward, Roman could just make out his bark. "Well, are you just going to stand there?" he said calmly, like he owned the world. Trying to push down the annoyance Roman felt, he narrowed his amber eyes again. He was irritated by sheer audacity of this wolf. This wasn't his territory, and Roman was allowed to walk through. Making sure his face showed none of his emotion, Roman again tried to size up the situation. The two wolves had noticed him (the other Dire had carefully settled in a position that allowed her to see both of the male wolves) and it would probably be rude to just walk past them without saying anything. Not that Roman cared, and the dream had already been rude, which warranted a rebuttal, but Roman didn't feel like playing games. Besides, perhaps the Dire could tell Roman if there was a pack nearby, as he was seeking one.

Finally he decided to just walk towards them in the hopes of gaining useful information about the area. Still keeping his face carefully neutral, he walked up to the tree that they were huddling around. He ignored the Dream as best as he could, although making sure to keep him in his peripheral view just in case he decided to attack, and then turned towards the Dire. Roman didn't want to waste time in pleasantries, so he got to the point. "Is there a Dire pack nearby?" he asked bluntly. The female wolf was young, as he had thought, and she had a foolish grin on her face, which made Roman seriously consider just walking away from her and getting his answers elsewhere. He could do without this stupidity.

[Anita]

There was already something that Anita didn't like about this dream, the way he spoke to her sounding almost as if he thought she was a fool. What does he know, anyways? It upset her slightly, but she let it roll off; what did it matter to her what this random dream wolf thought of about her? "There's an abandoned den not far away. Perhaps you'll pay more attention to the sky before going somewhere next time." Narrowing her eyes, Anita glared at the other for a moment, "Maybe you will too, Mr. Mudfur." She scoffed, tail flicking as she looked back to the other dire, still wondering if he would actually come over. Mr. Mudfur. What an appropriate nickname.

Ears flicking as the dream spoke to the other male, she looked at him for a moment then back at the dire, who now looked like he was indeed going to come over. Well, it didn't seem like they knew each other, so at least they wouldn't gang up on her. She noticed that the dire avoided the dream, and smirked inwardly. Maybe he'll leave now, the annoying fiend. Nah, he'll prolly stay and just bother you more. It seems that he's quite enjoying it. So it seems, yes.

Still, the approaching dire unsettled her. She wasn't the best at social skills, and her anxiety often increased with more than one other present. Somehow, she kept her mind under control this time, remembering a much larger gathering previously. This is nothin', don't be silly. They won't do anything. "Is there a Dire pack nearby?" When he spoke, her mind whirled. What am I suppose to say to that? There is kinda but not really? But... are we a pack? Maybe we are. "Not nearby, no." Is what she finally decided to say, figuring that it would be the most appropriate answer. And what if he couldn't be trusted? Especially with the dream wolf around, she couldn't just give things away that might endanger her new found friends.

[Veritas]

[atrb=width,433,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=5D462E] It seemed as if the more he spoke, the more aggitated she became, first narrowing her eyes and then at some point, he was certain that he caught her rolling them at him. He was otherwise preoccupied at that time by the male who was still debating on joining them. It was only the females voice that distracted him from lazily staring at the male Dire. When she spoke, he snorted. "I knew the chance of rain. Unlike some I don't mind the rain and the mud." He growled, not at all offended, if anything, he was amused. "And Mr. Mudfur? You can think of something better, can't you?" He asked, then added, "no, probably not." His nose wrinkled, as if disgusted with something as he pointedly turned his sight away from both wolves. The rain was beginning to ease, already it had thinned to a slow drizzle. He prefered the downpour. At least it did not allow the fur to somewhat dry, giving an irritated itch as droplets worked their way through the dry strands and slid along the skin. His body shuddered, releasing a gentle spray of loose droplets and mud from his fur before he quieted the compulsion and was once more sitting still. He found it amusing that he was the only sitting at reletive ease, and he was outnumbered. Dires' are just too stupid to realize such obvious things. He told himself quietly. The question the other male asked, however, through him off quiet a bit. He shrugged, he didn't have an answer, as he travelled from the Sound to the Field, there were few other places he needed to go and none had been on his agenda today. The female answered with an equally clueless answer. Figuring she did not travel the northern region, so she couldn't know about any packs there. However, she would know of the Southern area if she travelled it thoroughly. It was obvious that he was being ignored by the way the male turned his shoulder to him. Even if he still allowed his perifery vision to follow his movements. He wasn't disconcerted in the slightest, instead, he smiled. "Not around here? Is there a pack farther away?" He asked, feigning interest while he watched the fog roll in around them, partially obscurring him, he shivered at the sudden chill. Winter was certainly on its way, if it had not already arrived.

[Roman]

Roman flicked his ears forward slightly, but otherwise kept his impatience hidden. "Not nearby, no," she said, after a short pause, as if she had been thinking about what to say carefully before she had said it. Her answer made the red wolf pause; what did she mean? Was there one far away, then? He resisted the urge to let out a huff of frosty air, and instead looked away from her. Roman didn't feel like dancing around and playing word games - he wanted a straight answer, and he wanted to be able to just join a pack without any trouble. He could applaud her vague answer if she had been vague on purpose, perhaps intending to protect her pack from being massacred by random strangers, but because of her young age and from the impression of her that he had gotten so far, Roman thought this probably wasn't the case.

Luckily the other wolf had clearly become interested in what the young Dire wolf had meant, and had asked the same question that Roman had been thinking, which saved Roman the trouble of having to actually talk again. He shifted slightly, lazily eying both wolves carefully, but still partially keeping his flank towards the Dream. He still wasn't fond of the rude golden wolf, but that couldn't be helped. At least he seemed more intelligent than his own kin, but then again the Dire had been more polite towards him. Roman's eyes furrowed ever so slightly; he was tiring of sitting here and talking, and it hadn't even been that long yet. And he had to decide what he would do if the Dire didn't tell him about a pack - perhaps he would follow her, or just wander around until he found one on his own.

[Celeste]

Hesitation bit into her, what if Anita didn't want her there? What if she thought that Celeste was far too protective? Uncertainty gripped her as she moved nervously under the rain, the droplets were nothing to her large size as she searched for the yearling. Celeste wasn't even that certain if she was here, the extremely faint scent was her only clue and that could possibly be a false lead as Anita could have passed by here and gone already. Hopefully she was here, motherly instincts within the large dire compelled her to defend the young wolf though they were not kin or even close to one another. Still it tugged at her to follow the scent and catch sight of the yearling, motherly fear filling her as she made her way pas a few trees randomly dotting the landscape.

Sounds of wolves speaking caught her attention, timidness making her approach slowly and cautiously just in case that they were dangerous. The large dire tried to catch sight of the group, golden eyes searching for the sight of something familiar such as the form of a dire or the colorful pelt of a dream. Or all those interesting traits that made some species for what it was, the curious things that made them other species were interesting and all. And she would have continued searching for some hint of familiarity if it were not for the voice of someone familiar, of Anita. Joy filled her before it changed to fear, what were those other brutes doing to her?! Her steps quickened and the thought of them harassing her enraged a part of her, Celeste soon bounding towards the trio.

"Anita!" She called out to the yearling, tail wagging happily as she approached though she glanced suspiciously at the other wolves. The massive dire moved so that she could cover the younger wolf from the rain, her large frame guarding Anita from the droplets as that was what she could do to help among other things such as protecting her young charge from these wolves. "Are they bothering you, dear?" Her tone concerned though the look she gave to the other wolves was far from it, a warning that if they were bothering Anita... they would pay.

[Anita]

Why are we even still here? This is absurd. The golden one is obviously not pleased by this meeting, and the red one is just... not pleasant either. I don't want to just... leave though, what if it's a trap. Maybe they actually do know each other.. Anita's mind battled with questions and concerns, as she watched the two. Why were they such unpleasant creatures? The dream spoke again, and she frowned as she listened. "I knew the chance of rain. Unlike some I don't mind the rain and the mud. And Mr. Mudfur? You can think of something better, can't you? no, probably not." Like his previous comments, she hadn't truly been listening, her mind focused on things around him. But at his last few words, something went off in her brain, focusing entirely on him.

Her fur bristled as she glared at him, "No, probably not?!" She growled, claws digging in to the soft dirt, "Who do you think you are insulting me like that?! You know nothing of who I am or what I am, and yet you go around acting all superior?! You sir, are indeed the fool!" Now, now, Anita. Let's not be rash. If they know each other, this could be bad. Let them attack me, just let them, then we'll see. She thought angrily, rage swimming through her mind. How could anyone possibly be so openly insulting.

At his next comment, she growled again, "Nothing I would tell you about, flea brain." Now, there was another bad choice, but she was quite aware of the hole she was digging herself in to. While at first it was just rage, she had now comprehended that this may turn in to quite a bad situation, but she was prepared for it. No, she probably would stand no chance against the dream wolf, but she wasn't about to just let him insult her so blatantly.

Then, as if some force knew that she might soon be in a load of trouble, she heard a voice that swept away her anger. "Anita!" Ears flicking, she turned to look for the source, mind spinning. Was it really her? Impossible, Celeste wouldn't be out here. Why would she be out here? It's a silly thought. As she spotted the rather large female, her eyes lit up, tail starting to sway back and forth behind her. Oh but it is! As Celeste got closer, she took a glance at the other two, but then back at her friend, grateful that she was no longer alone. Leaning close to Celeste as she now stood next to her, the frown returned. "Are they bothering you, dear?" "They're not bothering me, but the yellow one is quite rude." She whispered, then took a glance at the unknown dire. "And the red one wants to know about a pack." Anita decided to add quietly, knowing that Celeste would know the right thing to say. This is luck, sheer, pure, luck. We must remember to thank her. Yes, indeed.

[Veritas]

[atrb=width,433,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=5D462E] The vague answer had obviously stumped the other wolf, a look of puzzling confusion slipped across his features, before his brow furrowed with frustration. Naturally, Veritas had little time to inspect the male Dire before the female was speaking, or rather growling. He raised a brow, his muscles slightly tensing at the aggressive behavior. Her words caused a grin to slip onto his muzzle, wrinkling it and allowing his teeth to be partially exposed. The feature was hardly aggressive, but there was a hint of irritation in it. As she stopped speaking, his expression shifted, becoming sharper. "Perhaps probably wasn't the word. It should have been definitely." The smile fell from his lips as he continued, "and what if I am superior?" His voice was cooler than it had been before, the first indication that he was getting tired of her pitiful attempts at insults. When she refused to tell him anything on the pack she had evasively hinted at he laughed. "Afraid that a loner will destroy them?" He pushed casually. Taunting her, but only to make her angry in hope she would let something slip. Another voice stopped him from saying more. His skull turned, pale eyes alighting on the figure that hurriedly rushed to the young Dires side. The stance with which the female took was obviously protective, but he couldn't figure out why, they did not resemble each other...though he knew he didn't look anything like his parents either. When she asked if he or the other dire were bothering her, he raised a brow. Was he bothering her? He hoped so. He was disappointed by her answer, but he dismissed it with a flick of his ears. "Rude? No, I'm just honest." He corrected, a hint of amusement in his voice as he let his gaze flicker between the two female Dires. "If I am guilty of anything, it's of telling the truth." The amusement slowly faded in his expression, I wish I could lie. "I suppose I could try and correct this rudeness..."He said with a shrug," I am Veritas. And you three are?" He leaned to the right so he would catch the other males attention, knowing that any movement would cause him to pay a bit more attention than he had been to the golden Dream.

[Roman]

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[bg=881F16] Roman had been watching closely, although silently, as first another Dire wolf emerged into the valley, standing protectively over Anita and causing Roman to wonder if they were related, and then as the dream continued to infuriate the younger Dire wolf, who, disappointingly, hadn't revealed more about the pack. Roman had decided that he was never going to find out about a potential pack at this rate, and he wasn't sure he wanted to be in a pack with such petty members anyways. But he started to grow hopeful - or not hopeful, really, just interested - when the younger Dire, (Anita, the older one had called her) said, "They're not bothering me, but the yellow one is quite rude. And the red one wants to know about a pack." Finally, they were getting somewhere. Before the older Dire could respond, however, the golden Dream spoke again, a glint in his eye. "Rude? No, I'm just honest. If I am guilty of anything, it's of telling the truth." Roman blinked, flicking an ear back slightly. He couldn't tell if the Dream was being clever again, or if he was being honest. "I suppose I could try and correct this rudeness..." He continued, shrugging slightly. "I am Veritas. And you three are?" Clearly, he was trying to include Roman in the conversation, which Roman really had no desire to take part in. Flattening his ears slightly, Roman looked away from the three wolves and out over the valley. It was still misting, and it was cold, but at the moment he would rather be out there in the miserable weather then sitting here, talking. Forcing his attention back to Veritas, he realized that he should be trying to make a good impression for the two Dires, if he was hoping to get into their pack. Assuming they had a pack, that is. "I'm Roman." he rumbled bluntly, offering no more information or showing any interest in the other wolves' names. There. He had introduced himself, and now they could leave him out of the conversation. Better yet, they could just tell him where the pack was and be done with it.

[Celeste]

She bowed her head to hear her charge's words louder and clearer, the pitter patter of the rain distracting as she tried to hear Anita's statements. When she did hear them, Celeste frowned and glanced at the Dream male for a moment to contemplate what to do before hearing the rest of the words. Scrutinizing the golden Dream wolf, whatever the shyness and timidness within Cel were pushed away by her maternal instincts thus making her formidable indeed. She would hear for herself whether or not he was as rude as the youth had stated so, taking a glance at the dire who Anita had stated as wanting to know about a pack.

She blinked when the Dream wolf did speak, saying that he was simply honest and not rude. He did sound rude though and the glint in his eyes made her blink and wonder what was so amusing until he said that he would correct his rudeness? "You said you were simply honest and not rude yet now you say you are correcting your rudeness? Explain, please." Her voice was bewildered and questioning, eyes narrowed as she asked for a clarification for those words. Celeste nodded though when he introduced himself, the red dire speaking up in few but blunt words.

"Hello Veritas, Roman... I am Celeste." The words she offered back were soft and gentle as usual although there was a hint of hardness there that usually wasn't there. She was uncertain about revealing the pack thus she simply offered up some words, practicality in her mind. "Yes. There is a pack, a Dire pack and it is a strong one. We will be going there later, would you like to come with us?" Celeste's tone turning to the normal one, the gentleness and warmth in it sure to reveal that she was gentler than she had previously shown.

Straightening herself, her large size and bulk was more noticeable now that she towered over Anita in a comforting and protective way whilst slightly menacing to other wolves. "If we Dires were in a pack, a single loner could do us no harm as we'd overpower him with our sheer size." She had suddenly remembered that remark from Veritas and simply answered, her patience nearly infinite. Her words were a warning of sorts though but still she remained kind and pleasant, no sign of hostility at all.

[Anita]

Anita glared at the dream wolf for a moment but kept her mouth shut, tail flicking in aggravation behind her. But now, she had gotten herself back under control, mentally yelling at herself. Wasting energy on him wasn't worth it, and the trouble she might be getting herself in to was setting in now that she had gotten some anger out. His words still seemed to throw daggers through her mind, but she kept quiet, mind reeling and eyes trying to burn holes in his fur.

As he spoke again, she looked away from him, ears flicking. Honesty. Hah. She thought to herself, muzzle still shut, but her aggravation slowly slipping away. When he spoke his name, he made a mental note to never forget it, and hope to not run in to him again. Still, she stayed quiet, knowing that the other two knew her name already because Celeste had spoken it when she appeared.

The other dire spoke, and she made a note of his name as well, before turning to Celeste, ears flicking. She was glad that the female had come along, and she hoped that Celeste would help her escape from this predicament. Social contact. We must remember, not the best at it. Nah, not really. She thought to herself, eyes dancing with amusement as Celeste spoke to Veritas. Just plain rude, I think.

When Celeste spoke again, Anita gave a small grin. She agreed mentally, but still she was quiet. Roman... he was interested, and yet he didn't seem very social either. Maybe he just doesn't like dream wolves... That's probably it. She thought, glancing at Veritas then back at Celeste, another grin being given. Her words were so true to Anita that she couldn't help but feel some sort of pride inside her, all aggravation now gone from her mind. Sometimes having a short attention span wasn't that bad.