Dust Devils & Drama

It had been several months since Fae's little "incident" at the lagoon. She wasn't sure how exactly she had managed to get rid of that idiot named Kain, but if she had to guess it was because he had finally gotten tired of her attitude. "Good riddance," was all she had to say about it. She could take care of herself just fine.

The she-wolf's wounds still hadn't fully healed. Her right side still ached although the fur had long grown over the scars. She still hurt whenever she took a breath, and she wheezed slightly if she overexerted herself. But, by far, her most annoying injury had to be her right forepaw. It had gotten infected twice, and was only just beginning to properly scab. She would probably have a permanent limp, but she hoped it would end up being less noticeable than it was currently.

Fae had no idea why she decided to travel to this dry place. She hated being out in the open. not only that, but once upon a time a certain pack lived here that she didn't take too kindly to. Leave it to betrayal and being ganged up on to ruin an acquaintanceship. She had never actually been here, now that she thought about it. She'd heard of it from Fade, yes, but his descriptions were definitely... Different from what she was seeing now. Then again, it had been a couple of years since she'd seen him or his mate.

She paused in her aimless trek through the tall, dull grass. She could have sworn she had heard someone talking, and it sounded close by. Just what she needed, some good, old fashioned social interaction. She remembered why she came here now: to get away from all of the damn wolves. With a sigh and a flick of her tail, she decided that, no, she was not going to get involved today. Unfortunately, all of the dust was making it difficult for her to tell where exactly the wolf was, and instead of going around like she had hoped she ended up right in the clearing where it, no, they were. Great.

As soon as she realized she was near one of the wolves, Fae turned and started going in the opposite direction. She didn't know where the other one went, but as soon as she looked around to find it she realized it was heading straight towards her at high speed. The female rolled her eyes, continuing to limp at the same pace she had been for hours. When it became apparent that the wolf wasn't going to leave her alone, even with her minding her own business, her fur rose on end and her ears came forward, giving out a warning growl loud enough for him to hear.

She stood up as tall as she could, ignoring the pleas from her paw to take the pressure off. The only indication of pain she displayed was a slight wince and a small shuffle on her paws. Although she would have much rathered avoid the wolves completely, if one of them wanted a fight, she'd give them one, injured or not.

Fae watched as the male tripped and injured himself, raising a brow as if to say "Really?" It was pretty pathetic, if she did say so herself. At least her own wounds were obtained by proper means.

Her hackles still raised, she stared unblinkingly at him while he introduced himself. She wanted to snort in distaste, but thought better of it, looking towards the female that was now making her way towards them. "None of your business," was her answer to his question, standing her ground. Seriously, there was a large brute of a wolf, and of all things he doesn't attack her because he tripped. Fae watched on in disinterest as the white female talked to the darker male, apparently scolding him for going after her. She rolled her eyes again, pining to head out towards somewhere less coated in dust.

"Did you both hurt yourselves?" At this, Fae did let out a sort of mixture between a snort and a laugh, looking at the male and back at the she-wolf with a stupefied look on her face. "I've had this injury for quite a while, thanks. He, on the other paw, decided that I was a good target and tripped and hurt himself on the way over. It's sad, really."

Fae glared at the male seethingly, letting out a loud growl in reaction to his words. The female was quick to berate him for his incompetence, leaving him silent. That didn't stop her from glowering at him, though, as he continued to smirk between his sister and she. This male could definitely do with an attitude adjustment; she hated wolves who thought they were better than her, especially when she knew they didn't have the ability (or the gall) to prove it.

"He's not even good at that. Some fight he picked with me; I have to say, I'm not sure I'll make it out alive," she replied scornfully, keeping her attention on the male while still listening to the white she-wolf. She had been about to reply to the female's question on whether or not they could call her Moon (really?) when she suddenly yelled something about her liking the name. Fae blinked in mild surprise, at last turning her eyes to the female. "No, it is not okay to call me 'Moon,' and you'll do good to remember that," she growled,  brown ears flicking in annoyance. "What is it with wolves and names? Can't someone make their way somewhere without having to introduce themselves to every single wolf they happen to find? Do you have nothing better to do?"

Sighing heavily, she shifted her injured paw slightly to try and take away some of the pressure on it. She managed to avoid wincing again, despite still being unused to the sudden pangs that occurred in chest when she took too deep of breaths. The paw she couldn't hide, but at the very least she could hide her other injuries from the wolves. Not that she was worried about taking them down, but it was best to avoid persuading them to think that she was easy pickings. "Then again, you do apparently live in Dust Kingdom, so you probably don't get around much."

"Funny, I don't recall running after someone with my fur on high," Fae replied evenly, having caught his mumbling. "If I wanted to pick a fight, rest assured, it would be blatantly obvious. Even for a wolf like you." She scowled at the smaller female's words. "Names are only necessary if you need to introduce yourself, which is exactly the problem. Everyone wants to know everyone, and it's obnoxious," she growled, thinking back on the many, many times it had happened to her. These idiots apparently weren't going to leave her alone any time soon, so she figured she might as well get them off of her back about her name. "It's Fae, if you're really so desperate to know." She glared at nothing in particular, trying to figure out why she had yet to just up and leave. They were probably big enough pushovers that they'd let her walk away if she tried.

"Does it look like we have anything better to do, MOONY?!" That was the comment that caused Fae to bare her fangs, taking a domineering step towards the male. "If you want to keep your voice, I suggest you silence it," she threatened, tail high. "Accusations are not something you should take lightly, Storm. Learn to control your mouth before you use it in front of a wolf less tolerant than I am." She calmed down slightly after that, relaxing her maw with a rumbling growl. "I'll have you know that I do have a home, as I've had for several years now, and unlike this desolate place it actually has green grass."