Divergent

Ear flicked up at a soft thump, head following enough to where her gaze could look ahead and see what it was. What the girl would find was one of the pack wolves, the strange marked one who had helped her back home in the old lands and was at the pack meeting. There was something about him since their first run in, an urge within herself tat drew her towards him. Perhaps it was because he looked different, the way he carried himself. Whatever it was, the young girl couldn't peel her eyes away once they locked onto their target.

She stood in silence, watching as he rose then strode through the water, just reaching his chest at its deepest part. It lowered once more to his ankles before he spoke, stopping a few feet ahead of her but remaining within the waters. Anaeia didn't respond in that moment, an unreadable expression upon her face as she just stared at him as if in a daze. "Liar." Her voice was no more than a whisper as she spoke his name, able to recall it from their first meeting. Only names spoken, but it felt like there was something only they could understand, little little to no words spoken to understand.