I’m shakable, unshakable

Definitely not a fighter, Aurielle decided as the stranger introduced herself in a decidedly anxious manner. Adarra. A pleasant name, and the Archangel smiled encouragingly and nodded, head cocking as she let her hips fall to settle neatly on the ground, long tail hair flopping in draping locks of shimmering white on the moss and soil.

“Tell me what you wish to know, and I’ll be happy to tell you about my home and pack. I will warn you that I’ll be enacting changes to the pack in the future, but it’s mostly to do with the ranking system, and adding a few customs I hope will help us be more united and strong.”

From the woman’s demeanor, Aurielle could guess that she wasn’t in search of a vicious pack of cutthroats and hard wolves. Her plans for the pack would harken back to a time akin to Erani’s leadership—Cairo’s even, from the time of Starlite, when a frightened, travel weary white healer who had lost all for a home and a purpose once more.

Idly, she wondered what the first question would be that Adarra posed, and she couldn’t help the slight thrill in her veins at the thought that they may end this interaction with the pack being one wolf stronger.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think