prayer of the refugee

*Fracture* · (This post was last modified: 06-13-2019, 05:45 PM by Fracture.)

Heloise, the female was called. Somehow Fracture found himself surprised that others of this land knew how to be polite; he'd got it in his head somewhere that these wolves were unrefined and rude. Heloise, however, appeared to be raised similarly to himself. He took a moment to appreciate how similar they seemed in practice, but how very yin and yang they were in color. She appeared cool and collected, and Fracture found himself thinking that possibly he could find like-minded companions- a search he'd abandoned when he'd left his former home.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Fracture Artifact." He stated, deep voice warming slightly as she mirrored his nod of greeting. So she had met Acere. The Winterfell King hadn't made any kind of announcement to them, and so Fracture could assume their interaction was friendly enough. "We are new, and I even newer." The male admitted carefully. "I'm ashamed to say that this has been my first meeting in these lands, aside from those at Winterfell when I joined." Though he'd never actually met any of his packmates, he left that unsaid. Winterfell seemed to be full of blood ties, and Fracture had no interest in competing with the King's family and friends for favor- it was a lost cause. "Have you been in the area long?"

Fracture wanted to ask if she intended to join Winterfell, but hushed the thought as it seemed like an impolite question.

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

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