mira ramos

Perhaps the shadowy hued wolf and the tattooed one had shared some of their sceptical views on the world at large. However, Raven belonged somewhere, was invited within the fold of a pack that cared for her, that much she was certain of. Mira never knew of such a thing, the closest thing was her family but even that felt more like a betrayal at the moment. She was questioning everything and everyone, unsure what could be trusted and what was a pack of lies. Mira had been through the wringer and she was surprised that somehow amidst it all she was still standing. She was strong, stronger than most but damn there had to be a breaking point, right? What if her old pack alpha decided to come for her himself? She didn't trust Frost at his word. Yes, she was stronger now, but she was simply a lone wolf. She had no pack to call her own and why would she want to drag anyone else in her crippling mess?

It didn't take a mentalist to know that Raven was wary of her, that she seemed like she was crawling on edge with Mira's very presence. Was it because she was wolf or was it because of her. She had thought perhaps their first meeting had shown she didn't mean her any harm. It should have been enough of a sign that her presence wasn't exactly sought for and yet she-wolf hardly made a motion to leave. It was true, in her lifetime she had done horrible, unforgiving things just to survive. But now, she was free from those restricting shackles. She could be anyone she wanted. Her future was for her own taking and yet her past still threatens her to this day.

Despite all of this, she could understand Raven and her were still perfect strangers. Yet, Mira had not forgotten the kindness she shared, nor the ferocious feral creature she turned into and yet she was never the enemy, even though that bear sized wolf could have crushed her bones with a mighty snap of those jaws. Surely that had to count for something? There was far too much unknown about Mira and Raven herself. After all, Mira was just the mysterious black wolf rolling into town with her baggage in tow.

She flopped, sitting down beside the other wolf and she could see the other woman relax slightly, but only slightly. There was something tangible in the air that danced between them, was Raven's fear? Anxiety? She couldn't place it but it was pungent. Despite this, despite the inner turmoil that pierced the air, they did not act on it. It remained an unspoken entity. She tried to explain as nonchalantly as possible that she had a run in with Frost and the conflicting abilities she now possessed. "Uhh.. Yes? No? I am not exactly sure how it works? Maybe I am lava? Maybe it just flows through me and takes over under duress? I don't really know how it works yet. But it always feels like it's there, just beneath the surface, I can feel it in my veins, but I don't know how to control it. It's the strangest feeling I've ever known." It felt like she heated up the very air around her and at any second it could boil over and the lava would spill out from her. It was a strange feeling, almost like she wasn't one with her skin. It was the most honest answer she could give. She was worried about this power and yet she was curious about it. Maybe even grateful. At the very least, it no longer made her such an easy target.

Mira tilted her head so she could eye Raven offering idle chitchat, admitting that she acted more like a feline than a wolf. It was odd and yet it seemed very much her own. Wolves were all Mira knew, felines were new to her. Tetradore was the most unreadable creature she had ever come across. "The feline thing makes sense. I don't blame you for not trusting wolves. I can't say any of the wolves I knew were exactly role models or anything." She admitted grimly. It was a damn shame because wolves were pack animals and they needed the pack to hunt and survive. If there was no pack, often times there was no chance of thriving. They were supposed to be a unit, a strong and fierce force of nature. What happens to one happens to the rest.

She listened to where the rest of her pack went. It was almost sad really. "But you are still pack. You should be with them." In truth it might have felt isolating for the oddly patterned wolf. But she decided to let it just be for now. Instead the woman chose to ask her a question. "Do you remember fond memories about being a wolf?" Surely there had to be something. Her ears flickered upon her head, listening idly for any noises within the forest that could alert her to an intruder. She couldn't help but remain on alert, she did have a price on her head after all. Maybe just maybe, Raven could teach her pack a thing or two about being a wolf? Maybe she just needed a reminder about what it could be like, a reminder of who she was deep down at the core of it. It wasn't like Mira was in a rush to leave and clearly Raven needed space from her pack, maybe just maybe the two could tap into that inner wolf together. Those pensive golden eyes peer at the scarred wolf with curious interest.