Follow my own Star

Pere had stumbled upon the pack borders just as suddenly as the pale fae before her. Discouraged by the inconvenience before her, she had sullenly slunk away and nestled herself in a thicket of grass. Her unknowing companion was hard to discern through the stalks. She had no idea where Tsiry had gone, and she'd planned to wait her out for a while. Might as well use some entertainment, right? She yawned, black lips parting to reveal the rosy tongue within, and stood in an arching stretch. She cleared her throat, doing her best to be polite (a rarity for her.) She'd feel much more comfortable on pack lines with someone she could at least pretend was a close ally if push came to maul. "Hey there, stranger." She tilted her head towards the border with a quick jerk of her head. "Bunch of assholes, huh? Taking such a nice swatch of through fare for themselves." She cracked what she hoped was an amicable smile and waited to see how she'd be received.