It's a nicer one[joining]

Cleaning the den in the southern forest of Seracia, that's what Loccian was doing when her ears twitched at the sound of a howl. It had been a few days now since her and Gerhardt had been sharing the den, and so far, even though it was awkward, they were okay. With a deep breath she would peel herself away, squeezing through the vegetation that covered the entrance, moving at a steady pace in the direction the howl came from. Calm wouldn't exactly be how she felt, no, Loccian hadn't felt that way in awhile. She was nervous, a bit shy. As the Ambassador of Seracia she could do a few things that made her above the other members in rank, help the King and Queen, accept or deny wolves at the borders.

In no time she approached the border, her grey gaze falling upon a brown and black woman standing at a respectful distance. "Hello stranger, I am Loccian, Ambassador of Seracia... how may I help you on this fine day?" She asked in a soft, friendly tone, dipping her head and stopping just a few feet from the woman, taking a seat, flashing a small smile.


"normal.
talk.
think.
you"