Feral flinched and cowered as the light version of herself darted toward her, frolicking far too close for comfort, right around her head. She dropped back, baring teeth briefly, hackles raised; she was uncertain, nervous.

Then the large black filly was moving again, and Feral felt the tingle of magic--strange, again, and distracting. She quickly scrabbled a few paces backwards, near to bolting away, and the situation wasn't helped with Delphine kicked (albeit gently) a bit of stone. Feral flinched, but before she could decide whether to turn and flee, the horse was nudging something toward her.

The creature's head being low to the ground was reassuring, at least, and she herself slunk forward, sniffing closely at the diamond. Her eyes briefly flicked down to it, and then to the dog, before lingering on the too-close horse.

The urge to spring at it, to tear into its face with her long fangs, to rip and pull and shred and eat, was suddenly near-overwhelming. It was close, it was vulnerable, and the dingo--frozen, poised near the dirt and tensed--stared at her with intense amber eyes. She remained like this for a long moment, motionless and staring, her instincts torn.

The only reason she didn't leap to the attack was Delphine's size. The horse was far larger than she, and she'd already been afraid of it before; that didn't change now. The concept of a gift, though, was foreign to the feral dog, and she simply snatched the diamond up in her jaws and leapt back, turning to trot uneasily a few paces away. Then she turned, flopping down and chewing the rock, eyeing the other two strangers suspiciously.

This was her rock, and she had to be ready in case they tried to steal it.

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All her attention fell over to the glossy black mare as the attempted to use their magic again. Eagerly she watched as stones were pulled together, not anything fancy but it did work unlike the first time. So small, but it still was something rather beautiful. "See, you did it!" Exclaiming as she turned to face the young dingo again, watching as they came closer to get a better look at what was made and being shared. The golden shiba walked over to them before the simple minded female snatched the diamond and laid down away from them with the gift. A sigh of releif was given, this was a start yes?

Turning to look up at the young Delphine, "It seems your gift was accepted, and a very pretty thing you made might I add." She slid down and laid herself onto the cool forest floor, tail wagging slowly on her rump with her gem glittering. Farrah watched the odd speechless female as they seem to guard the gift, but she would not try to take it from her since it was for the dingo alone. Even though she wasn't able to convince the dingo to make friends with Delphine, this was a good start. But she is acting weird, why isn't she jumping at the chance of friendship? The shiba had a lot to catch up on, being gone for so long.

"I didn't get to explain my reasoning to send out a beacon by the way." Ears twitched as she glanced over to Phine, "The cave kept me . . . on an adventure away from everyone else for a great many cycles." Not lost, she wasn't lost. That would be silly, but maybe she was? "I thought it was be a fast way to meet others here in the caves." Focusing on the great mushroom before them, staring up at it but a smile grew on her face. "Glad it worked!"

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"speech"
Thinking

OOC: silly farrah

She'd been contemplating simply bolting, taking her new toy and dashing off into the brush, vanishing into the shadows of the trees.

But it seemed it wasn't needed. The other dog, and the large black thing, were both moving away, their attention off of her, and she relaxed immediately. Shoulders sagged and loosened, and her chewing became less nervous and frantic and more idle; she readjusted her position on the ground, then tilted her ears forward and peered down at the rock.

It was pretty, a nice crystal, reflecting the light around it; and her teeth hardly seemed to make a dent. Tilting her head to and fro she tackled it from the other side, but no, it was equally hard here.

With a mental shrug the dingo idly mouthed the rock, not so stupid as to bite into diamond but equally unwilling to relinquish her prize just yet. Quiet and unobtrusive she merely relaxed in the background, not interrupting the other two, perhaps being forgotten in favor of their conversation--like a dog lounging beside a hearthfire, chewing on a toy, while company shared dinner.