ORIGIN

It wasn't particularly pleasant.

As she came to a strange bend in the wall, she could smell something new. Something like herself and the cat she met before-- warm, full of life, but not something with fur. It had something like fur, but she could blatantly smell that it did not, in fact, have fur.

Nose working, she followed the scent carefully with her ears raised, but she heard nothing that would give the thing-with-fur-but-not away. It's scent, however, was everywhere-- had it been searching for something, perhaps? Kera did not know. Kera did not even consider it, in fact.

She came to a little alcove, where her nose promptly found itself in the very source of the thing-with-fur-but-not. It was soft, and warm, but very still. "ARE YOU DEAD?" the wolf eloquently barked into the mass of soft dull yellow... stuff.

Whether or not it was actually dead, Kera did not care. It was soft enough to rub her face against, which is exactly what she did, feeling the warmth and the softness of the sleeping creature in front of her.

Was it moving? Yes? Probably alive.

Breathing? Indeterminable at this distance.

Speaking? Well, if you can call that speaking, yes.

It still took a good few minutes with the wolf pup standing there, staring blankly forward. This thing-with-fur-but-not was definitely-- in Kera's mind, at least --ambiguously angry. She could not quite comprehend what the creature was angry at, however.

A moment or two passed. "You can see here? Do your eyes work in darkness? I can't see anything. How come you can see things?" The pup paced circles around the goose, nails clicking on the cave floor. This was a strange creature, Kera quickly decided. It was nothing like her or the cat she met earlier, no-- they had four limbs. Or five. Kera could not comprehend what the heck a tail was, yet --but this thing had two little stick-limbs and two big, feathery things. "What are you? You're weird. You're all-- you look like a light."

The pup simply assumed that Blackberry would know what she was talking about in this moment, though she did think that the dull yellow of the bird vaguely resembled the light-thing that the cat-creature had on his neck.

She shifted, sitting in front of the screeching goose again with very calm curiosity, folding her stubby tail neatly by her side. She repeated, cheerfully-- "You're weird."

Rocks for brains? It's possible. Kera didn't know what she had in her head-- it could be something soft and pleasant or, like this weird-creature said, rocks. "I don't know?" She offered quizzically. "Do you know? What do you have in your head? Is it more yellow not-fur? Mine might be the pink hard-thing I came out of, or it might be more white soft-fur. I don't know." Thinking about it, even, Kera was not sure she ever would see what she had for brains. Her eyes simply did not turn that way to find out.

She itched a little more at her ear before dropping her leg with a hollow thump, readjusting her position to sit comfortably again. "I think you're weird. I think you think I'm weird to you, because we look different." A pink tongue lolled out, licking her jowls calmly. "Most things are weird. Lights are weird and rocks are weird, and the dark is weird. I'm weird, and my fur is weird, and your fur is weird, and everything is weird. You're not dead." She adds this last part, as if-- again --the goose was not actually aware.

All threats and signs of aggression went, unfortunately, right over the pups head. She leaned in quizzically, inspecting the inside of the bird's beak at a distance. "What is that?" she asked with faint concern. "It looks painful. Are you okay? You sound-- hurt."

Shutting her mouth after letting Blackberry take a look, licking her jowls. "They don't look that sharp,"she offered indifferently. "But I'm glad you think my fur is pretty. I think your fur is pretty, too. It's like a light, but it's not very bright like a light. But it's the same colour."

The pup took a moment to think, shifting absently on the spot again. "So-- you don't know what's in your head?"
she asked gently, ear flicking again. It was, in her head, a perfectly reasonable question. If this strange feather-creature did not know, Kera would have to make a point of finding someone who did know what lay in his own head.

Considering how big the previous room was, and how big this current room seemed to be-- even though they were sitting in a little alcove --the wolf pup decided that there must surely be someone, somewhere out there who must have the answers she was looking for. She might save some time in her quest for absolution here, if the strange feather-creature knew.

Her muzzle crinkled with a deep, throaty growl before she launched herself at the flapping bird, fur bristled angrily as claws and teeth slashed and gnashed at air and at feathers, tail lashing violently in the air.

She choked on barks and growls, the blood leaking from her nose and into the mouth only setting her off even worse.

Round: 1
Attempt: Bite and claw at Blackberry
Defense: none
Injuries: Bitten/bleeding nose.