Take What You Want

Banshee was putting significant distance between herself and the pack lands. Since the arrival of her father and his evident partnership with her aunt the babe had crawled back into her more defiant ways. The only glimmer of light in her dismal adolescence was Iroh who seemed a million miles away. Ban knew she couldn't rely on some boy to nurse her back to health like many of her more notable family members did. Thus, she was taking time to hone in on what she personally needed mentally and physically.

That being said the fanged Klein found herself in the Grande. Unease lingered upon her dappled pelt as she weaved through the slightly more unfamiliar lands. Lips were spread into a thin expression of neutrality. Scents made their way into her duo toned nose with ease. With that a foreign smell filled stopped the yearling in her tracks. Banshee narrowed her eyes as those vibrant baby blues scanned the area. Not too far off a slightly familiarly painted being stood.

Half slate half albino the opposing yearling impeded on Banshee's share of the land. She took a moment of contemplation before deciding to investigate. Albinism was a strong trait in her own bloodline as well as darker colorations. There was a chance that the stranger could be of relation, but she was aware that albinism could happen outside of her family.

After a short distance Banshee drew closer to the fae in question. She held herself with neutrality but raised her brow after closing the distance to about ten tail lengths away, that is if Torrent didn't flee. The Klein gal cocked her head to the side after noticing that the stranger's coloration was very close to her friend Iroh's. The markings beneath her eyes and the black mask capturing the muzzle and upward through the brow. But, to not blankly stare at the femme Ban broke the silence. "You look as happy as a clam." Sarcasm leaked from each of her sassy tones.