She spots Diesel, an exchange of wicked grins and nods allows her to feel better. At least she was recognized by someone here. Soon enough, she would be recognized by all, an emperor of a powerful kingdom that was feared for its sheer strength and numbers. A curious temptation causes Colt to survey those surrounding the white she-wolf, viewing the poor number of equines who had gathered. A large stallion, one who made Colt's body seem small and insignificant, her brows narrowing at the sight of him and the many others and their huge proportions, the only one she stood over being a small equine child who caught her eye. This child, marked by death, how peculiar. But not only did that babe catch her eye, but a girl just barely younger than Colt, her body layered with golden scales, leather wings at her sides. A brow rises, questioning what species composed such an interesting little beast, all Colt knew was that she wanted that in her empire.
Her gaze averts back to the riddle weaving wolf, ears perking up in interest as she listens to the second riddle this she-wolf spits, an ear cocked back. This time, the riddle was nonsense, not a word making any sense to Colt, and apparently to anyone else. Already others were saying that they could not answer the riddle, and as she stood and played it over, she found that she too could not answer such ridiculousness. "There is no answer to this riddle. Nothing in it can be tied together, therefore, no, I cannot answer it, but I suppose that is the answer?"
"TALK TALK TALK"
ooc colts answer to the riddle is no.
seeking a dragon with fire breath ability
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