return of the phantom stranger
ft anyone in abaven
09-26-2019, 10:45 AM
it had been, what, a few days since her acceptance into Abaven. Huntington learned she had been gifted the rank of Baldrian - a higher ranked healing position than she expected to gain. no matter. it would work to her best interest anyway. t'was an interesting name for a position nonetheless. Baldrian, otherwise known as valerian, was plant of some concern. it was primarily used as a sleep aide - something she would rarely get if she was the only healer in the pack - and so she saw the irony in this. she sat now, noon had cometh and the sky was darkening. by the water, the girl that Abaven knew as 'Rose' was busy cleaning the proverbial dust from her travel. her head was bent, a small pink tongue lapping at her chest. she had little time to rest and groom herself when she had fled, and now she was quite eager to lick free the soot and ash from her journey. no one had actively sought out the healer aside from times she had made for them too. if she was to keep a level activity in the pack, she would need to establish some 'bonds'. however dull that seemed. with her pale eyes focused on cleaning, she did not notice if another approached her until they were within vicinity. Huntington allowed herself to be lulled into a state of security, the many wolves around her on the island would surely raise alarm if something was truly wrong.
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