Survival used to dictate that she attack, or at least run. But here in this moment it dictated the exact opposite. To move closer, to let someone touch her even. Gritting her teeth as her flesh burned from each brush of her hair against the wound, against the cold air that had filtered in through the door, Senara held herself up with both palms resting on the floor and legs folded under herself. She shot a glance up at the pair near the door.
She shouldn't care what they thought. But the horrified look on Brianne's face and the slight twitch of Rickter's eye stirred a hatred within her gut. Why? What were they looking at that filled them with such horror? After all she was no different now than she was when they'd first seen her, so why now, why those expressions?
Telion's voice snapped her attention back to her, and in the shifting of her form the girl could feel her fingers linger close to her skin.
Warm
What an odd feeling, the vibration of her aura against her flesh that perhaps if she had fur she would not have noticed. Did all humans feel it? She wondered as the pain in her shoulder began to lessen causing her shoulder to drop the tension it had been holding. As she did the wound began to close, flesh folding back together like puzzle pieces and pulling tiny flinching movements from the wolf girl as she sat there accepting whatever it was this woman was doing to her. The entire time the woman behind her was glowing, which on some level frightened Senara but on another calmed her. Like laying on a warmed rock, basking in the sun and letting it's light send her off into a deep mid-day nap. But she couldn't sleep now. Not when strangers surrounded her on all sides.
'Friends?' She chuffed. She'd heard the word before. Years ago. Was it upon the mountain or back in the city? To her memory, it was something good, something that was supposed to be kind. It was a state of being with another person, much like one would call a person their father or mother, their parent, they would call people friends who played with them in the streets and got meat sticks together at festivals.
But if family could betray, then so could friends.
When the glow finally left Telion's hands and she pulled away, Senara quickly spun around and backed away from the woman to inspect her own wound. Or now, lack thereof. In it's place now was perfectly preserved skin- as if nothing had been there, as if she'd never been nearly torn to shreds. A bit shocked, she turned back to the blonde. Eyeing her with a strange mix of confusion and curiosity, she chuffed at the outstretched arms.
Was she stupid? Why would she hug her? She'd seen it countless times upon her mountains, travellers meeting with old friends and new lovers and embracing with tightly knit arms. With a short scoff she crawled her way out from under the table, every other movement her matted hair catching under her feet and hands and tripping her briefly before she continued onwards. When she finally rose up from the table she hobbled, catching herself on the chair next to her and looking towards the dark haired woman and strange man.
He was different. The same, but different. With a hardened brow she trudged over to him with eyes locked on his and bold steps, toe to heel. He wouldn't attack. He couldn't. Not in the woman's home after her comment about the door, and certainly not after the blonde woman had chewed him out for his behavior earlier. Which meant the blonde woman must have been the leader. So, as long as she said so, Senara was safe to approach.
The girl came to stand directly in front of Rickter, at first simply sizing him up with her eyes before reaching her head out and sniffing him. First his chest, then reaching up on her toes she sniffed closer to his face and began to circle him. One awkward, shakey step after another as she got used to having two legs. Then she was behind him, sniffing down from his shoulders to his hips, stopping briefly at his rear before trailing down to his feet and crouching there below him.
Wood. Pine. Affection. Anger. Sweat. City. Magic. And lastly, something familiar. Stopping to sniff closer at the man's waist she crawled to the front of him and pressed her face into his crotch. She took in a few sniffs before backing away immediately with a hard chuffs. With a glare the girl launched herself up high once more and stood before him, staring him down.
The fucking Avialae. Why did he smell like the damn Avilalae?!
