Getting Crafty

*Recluse* · Updated 04/30/23:

Recluse Ithuriel-Klein

Unlike her cousin... or were they step-siblings now? Recluse wasn't really following anyone, she was simply looking to get out, so maybe she was following in one of the other girls' paw steps. The young Klein had a few hides she'd managed to tan and dye dropped across her back, topped on top of those were a strange sight, a pair of full snake skins, as well as a few scraps she'd managed to get from the refuse of Lilith's molting.

The serpent was, similar to Pestilence, coiled around Recluse's neck. She simply wanted a change of scenery to work in, it would also mean fewer distractions and consider which litter had just been born she was almost certain she'd get nothing but distractions if she stayed in the pack lands. So Recluse had set out with a plan in mind. But plan change and they did so quickly for the albino. She easily picked up on the scents of her cousins and curious, and maybe a little mischievous, she followed, slowly and without much rush. They were yearlings now and though she knew one of them was set to inherit their mother's pack she had little real understanding of who they were... but more than that she was curious about their thoughts on the new set of siblings they now all shared.

The trail led her further than she anticipated but finally she found the pair in the gulley, materials in front of both girls as well. Recluse chuckled as she emerged from the undergrowth. "What's the phrase? Great minds think alike?" She said, moving to settle herself near the princesses, not asking if her presence was welcome. One of them was the girl she'd had her training against, and she remembered the sting of her quills all to well but Recluse was nothing if not cocky, and proud. No younger wolves, not even those who were the daughters of her empress would tell her what to do. Recluse set about getting her materials ready, she had an image of inky black bracers wrapped in snakeskin, simple and sleek but something she could use if she planned on ever putting her paws in her opponent's faces.

WC: 367 (1239/3500)

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Art by Sirinsong

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