<sup>Well well well, so the brute cares little for that precious thing one would call a life. The fea did not flinch as the beast lunged at her, teeth bared. Eyes flashed from their radioactive green to a piercing silvery yellow streaked with wisps of crimson. They remained locked upon the brute’s as she dipped her head to the leader with an air saturated with sarcasm. Duma’s bottle-brush tail even had the audacity to flick side to side amusedly. Well Duma girl, it looks like we have a new friend to play with.
I take it that you claim to be leader?

Her general hue had cooled to a shade of blue fog, plainly displaying that she was not easily intimidated.
She watched as the crimson fea yelled something about some meeting being canceled. What is this fea abouts, getting all fancy on us with wings. Hah! Oh wells. Soon, the other fea had disappeared behind the tree line. Out of sight, out of mind.

A few moments more and a new stench tore up her nose, brute. The sound of a snarl found her ears. Ice blue orbs turned to the newcomer, seemingly sizing him up. Hey Duma, look, another friend for us. A slight grin played upon her maw as she began mimicking the newcomer. Her fur colors shifted to match his perfectly, every pattern, every marking, even the unusual socks. She took the same pose as him, looking at the ‘leader’ with the same curiosity, however with her own pale blue orb color.</sup>

^{I don’t see a great pack, do you, Duma? The she-wolf smiled as she listened to the lead brute spouting nonsense. Let him have his fun. Her head twisted to the side, as canines do when listening to something odd, and her pelt flashed calico with hues of white, black, and red – achieving a rather malicious and bloody look. “What is this ‘job’ you speak of?” Duma girl, we smells an opportunity for foodsess. “Further more, what do you classify as being ‘great’ at said profession.” Her stomach called out, already wanting more meat to devour. Perhaps this brute spoke of a utopia filled with easy, fat, filling prey. Oh, what she would give to be satisfied once more! We can listen, Duma girl, maybe, just maybe, he’s got foodsess for us. What a poor topic to be revolved around, in fact obsessed over, food. Ah, sweet sweet foodsess, there’s nothin better in this wide world. And maybe if he doesn't have good foodsess, he can be good foodsess Her silver eyes wandered over to the other brute, who seemed completely absorbed in scratching himself. “Bugs?" If that’s what it was, the poor things were being wasted. Noooo, not the wonderful foodsess! Nothin is to small to go into our belly.}