Un Léger Malentendu

(July 30th, closed to Clopin and myself. Title is, "A Slight Misunderstanding" in French ^^)

Onyx meandered through camp, oversized paws carrying her through rows of tents. Life around camp had been rather... Slow, latley. With not much to do, the former alphess often spent her days hanging around with Mortaray or wandering around the camp. Her jittery hunting instincts refused to let her relax so often, and, when she wasn't focused at the task at hand, she often considered sneaking out of camp to visit Flea. Although, the dark-furred wolfess was highly reluctant to do that. After all, bouding into enemy territory claiming that you wanted to talk to your sister probably wouldn't go over well with Nuka or any of his troops. Besides, she didn't want to blow Flea's cover. If Nuka or his army found out that her sister was a spy, well... The amber eyed canine was pretty sure Nuka wouldn't be very understanding.

Onyx allowed her burnt orange orbs to flick up to the prarie, but she quickly pushed the thought of hunting out of mind. It wasn't often recommended or supported that troops could hunt for sport. With all of the laws the pride had about hunting, it made it too hard to hunt, anyways. Yes, the former alphess understood not wanting to hunt the young and going for the old or weak, seeing that it had been a custom she had followed back with her pack, but it seemed like Simba's lionesses had far too many laws and rules. She had once heard a rumour that they the lionesses prefered to only hunt during daytime! And, while the dark-furred wolfess liked her sleep, night-time hunting was an easy way to take down desperatly needed prey!

Heading back into the heart of camp, Onyx cut through and bounded towards Priderock, aiming to take a drink from the pool located underneath it. The water always seemed to taste fresher than the watering hole's. Leaping over a collection of rocks, the former alphess felt a sharp stone slice her toughened paw pads. Letting out a rather loud bout of French swears, she paused licking her paw gingerly to clear away any dirt. "Roches maudits, toujours faire à ma façon!" She growled, letting out an irritated huff.

(OOC: Sorry, terribly short reply! :c)

“My, my, what colorful language.”
The tree above the pool shook vigorously, until a purple-colored lump fell off one of the branches. The figure let out his own string of French curse words as he picked himself off the ground, nursing his arm.

“Well…perhaps this one won’t heal all too well…” Clopin said. Wincing, he looked to Onyx. Before even speaking again, he hastily tried to fix the bandage enveloping his arm, and failed in the process. It was now looser than before. Sighing, his eyes met the wolf’s, and he gave her a lopsided grin. “My greatest apologies…I forgot to introduce myself.” Clopin said, stepping towards the alphess.

“I am Clopin. And you are?”

Turning around slightly, Onyx allowed a lone eyebrow to raise. She had never been one for humans, after all, the human was the wolf's only predator and threat. She had seen those in her pack almost killed by man and his guns, knives, and other weapons of destruction. The one thing that simply lured the dark-furred wolfess closer was the few French swears that the man had been able to produce. She had never imagined that another hero spoke the same tongue as herself, let alone a human. After all, before joining the war, man had simply spoken in a babbling form which she couldn't ever have comprehended.

Cautiously approaching the man, Onyx tipped her head slightly. After thinking it over for a few moments, she realized that it wouldn't be too uncommon for him to simply know French swears, and nothing more. "Parlez-vous français?" The dark-furred wolfess asked, taking another step forward, allowing her brow to crease. "I mean, fluently," She murmured, voice reverting back to a tongue she was sure that the man had to understand. After all, what idiot would come to the war not knowing any of the language spoken?

(Don't worry, this was short as well, I apologize Dx)