Mean Girls

Motif had been in the pack for a little bit of time now, she had arrived shortly before the volcano chaos, and her confusion had given way to depression after the realization of the death of her family. She had tried to be good, and fall under the rules of this pack - because she didn’t know where she could go or who would take her in, even if she could escape this place. At least here Sirius fed her, and she had shelter, even if she didn’t always understand the rules.

The young girl was moving through redwater rocks, not totally sure what to do with herself. She should probably be finding someone to be helpful to, but she just didn’t have the heart for it. These wolves weren’t like Abaven, they intimidated her, and sometimes scared her.

She looked up, just in time to see Venom, at the entrance of her den, forked tongue flicked free of her fangs. Motif squeaked in alarm, what in the devil!