Sil watched the hound carefully as he gauged her question in his mind. Though it seemed the muzzle on his face prevented him from really attacking, there was something off, something terribly, terribly off... and each moment she looked at him, her chest and throat tightened in fear. He looked to her as a reaper, as a sign of death...
There was commotion from the grass dog, ad she suddenly threw an energy ball at the other hound, hitting him square in the chest with an energy ball. Though she wasn't opposed
, per se, to that particular action, she was about to try and calm Etai down when more
commotion came from behind her, from her thicket.
"Doe don't do it!" a voice called behind her. When she turned to look, it was the DAMN zebstrika again, fighting against the thorns and brambles of her thicket. "Don't do it, doll, it's not safe! Look, I know we got off on a bad start but please, trust me! Those things are used by humans to stop dangerous Pokemon, ones who attack without reason and try to hurt others. If he has one on I'm sure it's for a damn good reason!"
Sil was momentarily offended; he just came bursting out of her thicket to tell her the obvious?! Though she really didn't know what the muzzle was really FOR, she could have figured it out... WHATEVER. "What do you think I am, STUPID? I wouldn't ha-- and what are you doing in my thicket?!" she growled at him, stomping the ground herself.
Then, out of the high limbs of the thicket, there was a small rufflet, observing the scene safely above them all. Her eye twitched in irritation. Where were all of these pokemon coming from? No contact for months
and suddenly, BAM. Everything uninfected within a ten mile radius had swarmed her and her small home, which was now probably DESTROYED thanks to the clumsy OX that was tangled in the nettles.
For a moment, she forgot that the creepy hound was there and he spoke, eyes analyzing Etai next to her. "I don't think I deserved that," his cool, unnervingly calm voice muttered as he continued to lay. "What reason have I given you to distrust me? If anything, I am at your mercy. I can hardly eat, I can’t attack-– I’m weak."
While Sil was doubtful of this statement, she couldn't help but notice the ribs and gaunt frame the hound held. His legs were skinnier than hers, and his hips protruded out of his normal shape, indicating that he probably wasn't eating very well... "My name is Hannibal," he continued, "Allow me to prove my worth – my loyalty... and maybe, we could reach some kind of agreement?"
Sil frowned at the lot that had formed around her thicket. She wouldn't mind Etai, nor the little rufflet, but she was stuck with the ass and she figured that the hound would keep after them even if she refused him... and for someone like that, she wanted to keep him in her sight for as long as she could...
"...Look, I'd rather not stay in the open like this... The Dead are probably following the blood scent you've kindly laid out," she grumbled toward Hannibal, her expression unsure of her decision. She glared behind her to the zebstrika, huffing a little. "As for you, I should kick you and everyone else whose name I don't know out of my thicket, but it looks like you and the rest of them are going to keep dogging my shadow... So I guess there's really no choice but to show you in..."
She backed away for Etai, but stared at Hannibal long and hard. Once they were somewhat alone -with the zebra fighting with the tangles- she motioned for him to enter as well. "...There's no point in leaving you out here when you'd do more harm than good. I don't trust you, Hannibal, and if I even think you're going to try to make a meal out of one of us, then you're going to need that muzzle to keep your jaw on your face. Understand?" She waited for him to enter, not wanting to expose her back to him.
At least the stupid zebstrika and Etai would be powerful enough to handle the hound were something to happen... She hadn't even really spoken to the rufflet, but she figured he would just fly away... like a smart
bird. She sighed as she waited for the hound. 'What have I gotten myself into...?'