Jah-Lilah
She hopes we can be friends.
The creature certainly knew his was around the place, even if he was not familiar to Jah-Lilah. But from her experience most canines did well with their sense of direction, even the shifters like this one. The only thing that gave him away was his scent, other than that it was completely believable he was truly a coyote. He was nonchalant, goofy, carefree. All traits she knew very well that nearly all of the little dogs carried. He looks up at her, tongue lolling out of his mouth and grinning, and Jah-Lilah can't help but smile at him. Little clown, how silly the beasts were. He didn't ask of her troubles, and she didn't offer them up, so already they were getting along fine in her opinion. Even had he asked, he wouldn't have cared to focus long enough to hear her out. It's not his fault, it's in his breed. They came by it honestly, at least.
They exchange breath and scents, and he does the transformation trick that so many equine here are capable of doing...although his is different. He grows taller, but half of him got lost in translation. My flower-child stifles a laugh as she looks him over. His tail still wags enthusiastically, but it is not long and silky like it should be, it is still that of the coyote. His dark hooves aren't present either, just the four toes of a coyote. He laughs with her, and suddenly she doesn't feel so bad. He understands her native tongue and she is momentarily impressed. It is such a rare moment when she can use the old language. He tells her about his family and suddenly rendered shy, and she finds it very endearing. "Was your Grandmother a native mare, like me? Not many are familiar with the old languages..." She speaks with genuine interest, curious to learn about another like herself. "Even as a foal, you had canine teeth?" Her eyebrows are raised in curiosity, bad mood beginning to wane as the roan stallion entertains her.
I think, yeah, I guess we can say hi.
stronger than you know
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