Misha let out a snort and released her tail, allowing Fenrir to examine it after determining that these people were just curious - like her. As Fenrir touched the tip, it would outstretch towards him and spin, a very subtle whirring noise coming from the jointless tail. It would then tap on his shoulder, then the other one, as if it had wanted to initiate in a sort of harmless play. Though as sentient as it seemed, the tail was likely controlled by Misha herself. "[i]Crickey[/i]," The young girl mimicked Fenrir's accent, "I can't feel it... Lad - mate? Buck-o. Gosh, you guys just want all of my secrets - Shh!"

She beams as she glances back to Drake, watching as he removed his hat. For a moment, she contemplated wether or not to do the same. This was a new school after all, new people, hunters and huntresses had no room to get judged. Misha tugged her hood down, her dyed lavender bob straightened a neat, however there were two small horns on either side of her head, one resting on each temple. The horns had separated her bangs, which the young girl would try to fix up. "Misha Maroon Montgomery, it's nice to meetcha! I mean, Fenrir boy, and Drake... Guy. - But what was I saying? Oh! I have a thing called a brush, I don't know if you use it." She teases, letting out another snort.

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