i'm makin' a home, makin' it mine

an uncertain tone of voice would meet her ears. she looked up and around, spotting the pale coated man a few paces away. she smiled at him, flicking her tail in welcome. "ah! hello there, sir!" she replied brightly, dipping her head to the other wolf in a friendly manner. she seemed far from perturbed about the eruption even if inside her insides squirmed uncomfortably. but she tried to remain pleasant toward others. everyone was suffering; her troubles were so small compared to those others.

for the first time, she noticed the scent of Olympia and also that this man... why, he was at the Valhalla festival! he knew Philomena, didn't he? did she make it safely back to his pack? twisting her body toward him resisted walking toward him. Willoughby didn't know him personally so she remained rooted to the soft earth below her paw pads. relatively unscathed, the Lazuli Falls was a good place to host an event. everyone could come together and be free of relative worry. the blue waters... the lush environment. breathtaking.

"you are from Olympia, no?" her tone inquired, her head tilting softly.