Yara sighed. Watch duty. She shifted as she sat in the tree, looking out into the darkness, but seeing all. She was still not quite sure how she ended up with these people. A psychotic nymph, a drunk Russian warrior, a jackass, a rather "meh" individual, a racist half-elf, and… the mutt.
The tiefling contemplated the wolf, frustrated that she couldn't get the mutt out of her head. She was so infuriating, so loud, so... -ARGH.
It was sudden, out of nowhere. "Good eve, Yara."
The tiefling let out a… -squeak? -, And before she could balance herself, she found herself on the ground. The giggle from a certain wolfkin greeted her.
"You alright there?" Concern lightly tinted the obviously mirth-filled voice.
"Curse you, mutt." Replied Yara, whom of which was brushing dirt off of herself from her fall. "Have I ever told you how much I hated you? Or perhaps how much I wish for wolf-skin boots?"
"Mighta mentioned it, maybe once or twice…" Amusement colored the wolf's voice. She leapt down from the tree, catching herself, unlike the demon earlier. She even did so silently. On her feet. A laugh escaped her lips, obviously one she had tried holding back. "But then, you're always so angry, eventually I stop listening to your rants…"
"Rants? One day you shall keep the cold away from my feet, mangy beast." The thief seethed. She took a dangerous step towards Tylla. "You had best watch yourself."
The wolf's brow furrowed. "You know… I… have a name." This caught the tiefling off guard.
"What?" She was incredulous, the wolf assumed she didn't know her name? She was not so unobservant, nor was she a fool.
"I have a name." She repeated, looking at the taller, older woman directly. "You do know my name, correct?" She added a sarcastic edge to the last part.
"Yes, moronic beast. You're Tylla." Yara spat out the words. With that, Tylla the wolfkin walked towards the older woman.
"It was good to hear you say it." She stated simply. "You do not have to be so guarded all the time. I am here to take over watch. Go sleep." Without warning, Tylla kissed the tiefling on the cheek.
"Sweet dreams."
Tylla turned, and left Yara with her jaw dropped.