A kingdom of blood and past [amenti/tor/newwolves]

She spent most of her time with Seraphim, her new found father figure. She still wasn't sure about what to call him yet. Today was no different, as an unfamiliar call rang around, two toned eyes turned to Seraphim in question. He moved toward the source and she followed, keeping at his heels the best she could. The pair often stayed within the Rock Garden, but today she found them moving back into Tortuga. She could only hope that they wouldn't run into his children, she hadn't yet met their mother and was in no hurry to change that. It was uncertain how long she had been staying with them, but slowly she started to gain weight under Seraphims watchful care. Her coat got its shine back, she was growing into her awkward puppy frame. Rapidly growing, her pelt got thicker, her markings becoming more defined. She no longer clumsily ran about, but rather had some grace with her movements. She was beginning to learn to hunt.

Unfamiliar scents began to fill her nostrils as they got closer. The call sounded different, she didn't know how, but there was different. At 6 months old, and without much pack knowledge she was still learning. Long legs carried her beside the pallid brute, her stature not yet as tall as his. She remained silent, eyes set on the sight unfolding before her. Wolves she didn't know had gathered within the borders, one female in particular caught her attention. She was massive, towering over everyone, with an intimidating build. Casting a sidelong glance at Seraphim, audits stood at attention, listening to her father speak, before turning her attention to the new Queen, crowning tilting a fraction to the left, gaze intent, interested.

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