"Kajika, huh? That's a pretty name. Haven't heard something like that before," she rumbled, bobbing her head as she commit it to memory. Kajika. A unique name for an otherwise plain individual. Other than his impressive bulk, he was a typical shade of sienna with a dark mask and dark legs. It was his eyes, she thought, that separated him from the others. Her own eyes were shades of summer and autumn, but his were so
light, it was if rays of moonlight shimmered through those glassy orbs. For a moment, they caused her pause, and Des smiled to herself. Kajika, big man with the pretty eyes – and the nice manners. Couldn't forget that. No matter how average he
looked, the display of such polite demeanor was almost more memorable than the name.
"And 'm fine, thanks. Only thing wounded is my pride! Was real intent on catching that little mouse, you know? Guess he lives to fight another day – but we have bigger and better things to do. Saw some elk over to the west." Desderia paused for a moment, glancing over her shoulder in that direction. Delicious, she imagined, but those were big animals with some huge herds. That was not something two wolves could handle. With a wry grin, she gave her new companion a once over.
"You ever catch birds? Old friend taught me once – really good to eat, you know? Not like deer, but still really good. I saw some pheasant before. Hadn't thought much about it, they're kind of big for one little lady, but I bet the two of us could catch a big ol' bird, yeah? What do you say, up for something new?"