It's called lost property

*Emma* · 08-22-2014, 05:43 AM

These little stones scattered around the land didn't seem too interesting to her. Other wolves simply swooned, called them amazing, grand, eccentric, yet she didn't see it. Dull ashen stones stuck out of the ground, some flat, others ragged and rough. Emma gave a small sigh her paws settling on the stones step by step in order to get across the rather strange garden that did once belong to a pack. The pack Hajime had come from, and the fact she still held a little bit of hate in her heart for him was a little confusing considering he was long dead and gone now and she had moved on with her life. No longer able to follow Quelt, she left Abaven in which Bass probably didn't like. Either way, it was her own path she was determined to keep it that way, her own.
After settling on a nice flat rock, she sat down. Cyan eyes beginning to scan for any signs of activity. Emma was keen on her senses, the canine always made sure she wasn't being followed or in any danger. Her survival was key after all, she couldn't have her life being stolen yet. There still years to come in her life time, years to create something that would be unique, something Alacritis maybe had never seen before.

Speech,

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