Broody Moods
04-11-2019, 05:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-11-2019, 05:45 PM by Actaea.)
She perhaps hadn't have been quiet enough and hadn't realized there was a den so close to her. Molten gaze spotted the pup just as the pup spotted her form and Actaea halted herself. Ears would perk as the pup spoke, not beating around the bush. Eyebrows would raise slightly, but her expression remained neutral. She was upwind from the pup and unable to realize that this was one of her neices. Her pelt was dark like the Praetor line, but there was many dark pelted wolves around here. Being distant from the pack with everything going on it was very possible one of the pack members had pups. "Actaea Praetor," she replied. "And you are?" She couldn't say she was curious about the pup at the moment, sulking in her own slightly sour mood, but with her lessons from Shaye she couldn't bring herself to be down right rude and ignore the other. |
Boris the Boar and Lorenzo the opossum are assumed to be with her at all times.
Note: I do not have a reference of her scars yet, please refer to her appearance section of profile to read about them