from the ashes, a fire will be woken -- arete

[Merida]

Merida

from the ashes, a fire shall be awoken

It was only a short time ago that the little fox knew nothing about her ability or the fact that there were many, many others out there who were just like her. She recognizes them now far more so than she did before, and in a way, she kept a lookout for others like her - the shifters were an interesting race that she wished to get to know a little bit more.

The sound of another approaching sets the fox on edge and the canine rises, lowering her head and shoulders as she peers through the tall grasses, hackles rising slightly just in case she needs to make herself appear bigger, a tiny hint of a snarl on her black lips. She has realized that most other shifters are larger than herself (though rarely are they larger than her pride), and most did not have an affinity for a fox - most were wolves, and she’s heard of some that are big cats and scaled things, but she has yet the chance to meet them. 

Merida’s crimson eyes stare upward at the large creature that has come before her, the voice a purr within the vibrations of its chest. The snarl on her lips disappear for a moment as she takes in the large black and yellow tiger before her - nearly as large as Crevan had been, if not more. Merida’s tail flicks annoyedly against her haunches, brow furrowing at the tiger’s admittance of her perhaps being dinner. The curl of her lips reveal sharp (and tiny) fangs, her ears fitting perfectly against her head - is her being dinner still an option?

But the tiger sits with a heavy sigh, her large and towering body now slightly less intimidating to the fox. 

“Sorry to disappoint,” she retorts with a rush of air leaving her nostrils, her snout lifting upwards to sniff the scent of the large feline before her. Merida is curious, and with a movement quite unlike herself, she straightens and takes a few steps forward on slender and dark paws, ember-colored eyes roving the black and yellow striped mass before her. “I’m Merida,” she offers with a slight tilt of her head, (you can’t kill something that has a name, right?) “who are you?”

@[Arete]