They say that rock will never survive
10-01-2016, 03:51 PM
Normally the gypsy woman would have avoided the packs around here at all costs, but she hadn't seen another wolf worth talking to in quite some time. Based on the fact that she refused to trust anyone else she had seen around here, it wasn't a hard fact to believe. She wandered a lot though so when the male's voice rang out she found her curiosity take over. She had no idea that she would walk upon ebony sands as soon as she drew close to the small group of wolves. Light turquoise orbs would scan the dark beach with amassment until they would land on a she wolf who's color, though darker, was similar to hers. A woman who wore a scarf and bells. Was there actually another gypsy in this god forsaken land or was she seeing things. When she was finally among the others her ears would perk at the words spoken between them. It seemed there was a bit of drama brewing between two of the woman and an apology passing from the brown man to the blind woman. She would probably never trust any of the non gypsy wolves here but at least it would seem as though they would at least be more entertaining than her life of solitude. Finally her eyes would land skeptically upon the silver man. He was nothing special to look at, well built but nothing special. The women that seemed to be fighting over him were either blind or they knew something she didn't. Finally a brow would raise questioningly seconds before the actual question would leave her maw. "So your the alpha then?" she would look from him to each of the other's once more before looking at him again "Interesting" would be the only word that came to mind for now. "Speech" |