we'll never be royals

the palm trees above her head were enough to keep her covered from the remaining sunlight. she knew she would have to seek a proper shelter come the night, where temperatures dropped so easily that it was near frigid. though she had to remind herself that the north would be much colder than the desert. Willoughby tried to soak up as much warmth as possible before she moved on. a few days in the desert would not harm her.

though other people could.

crimson gaze blinked open as the other wolf appeared. she raised herself to all fours, viewing the young adult. those eyes were not wary or hostile. they looked upon the woman with acceptance; acceptance that Bee was not the only one here anymore. as the wolf sated her own thirst nearby, the greenette noticed the raccoon but made no move to attack it. it was probably the first time she had seen a wolf with a companion outside of the festivals held here.

she knew better to attack it. the woman introduced herself afterward. Toril and Guile... well, lucky for them she was not opposed to introductions. "it is a pleasure to meet you, Ms Toril and Mister Guile" Bee made sure to include the little critter in her welcome as well. she dipped her head to them both before raising it, adding in; "my name is Willoughby, and yes. for the moment, I am alone." Serpentine had asked the same question, but he had gotten a different answer.

only because Bee believed now she would be able to collect some wolves and make a band.