curiosity killed the cat - good thing i'm not a cat
ft poem, intellect prompt
08-17-2019, 06:41 PM
"hello..." Huntington called back, stepping into view. a young girl, almost a yearling, was glanced over quickly. there was a raven with her, yet that did not interest the witch. the pack scent did. like stated; she had not spoken much with Noir about Abaven. she felt she would push her luck with the boy; he did not seen keen about his place in the pack. but she wanted to know more. her head would tilt before looking past the pup and her familiar, toward where she knew Abaven's borders were.
she walked a bit closer, her tail lowered and swaying in a forced-friendly manner. pale eyes looked at the girl again, forming a twinkle as she smiled. "oh, I knew it" she chuckled fondly "you are from Abaven" liar, she already knew that from the moment the scent hit the wind. Huntington would stop a good distance away from the other youth, to let her believe she was in control. "can you help me? I met another wolf from your pack, but he didn't want to answer my questions... I thought about joining Abaven, but I'd want to know more?"
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