Meet the neighbors

*Sedna* · (This post was last modified: 07-25-2020, 06:03 AM by Sedna.)

The younger wolves had seemingly become fast friends and Sedna took it as a blessing really. For all it meant another youngling to keep an eye on, her ears had finally stopped ringing. They could chatter among themselves and she could finally focus on what was actually around her, like attempting to identify some sort of familiarity in the plants that trailed the side of the structure they had sheltered in. The whole place was like some great cave, but well above ground, and light filtered in through great openings in the walls. She could see the advantages to staying in a place like this for certain, curiosity creeping into her gut, wondering why no pack currently claimed the place. Then again, she supposed she could probably search the place a week and still discover nooks and crannies that would take her by surprise.

The silver woman just happened to be in earshot when the chuff came, her eyes already adjusted to the lighting inside picked out familiarities with young Mortis. The size for one, the fangs for another... though it was with some confusion that she noted the lack of wings, maybe from his mother then? and what she couldn’t tell from sight was confirmed by scent, at the very least, they were of the same pack. Her head dipped as she stepped from the shadows, partly in deference, but equally to protect her throat in case things went pear shaped, her tail dipped neutrally between her hocks. Her own mother would never stop to question a stranger that was found with one of her brood, always more a ask for forgiveness not permission, type, but if children were any measure of a pack (she found they were often a poor barometer, but could hope in this case, if nothing else), she might just escape with her hide intact.

Assumption might have been the mother of all fuck-ups, but this was the first real adult she had encountered in these lands. Not some barely past a yearling like herself that was just pretending to be an adulty adult. She wanted to get a feel for the locals, and what better way to do so than to push all the buttons that would have set her mother off? “I would have been happy to escort him home, you didn’t have to come all this way just for us.” There was a ghost of a smile at the corners of her lips, maybe even a hint of mischief in her tone as her tail took up the slightest wave at its tip, still pointed to the earth beneath her feet. She supposed, there was an advantage to neutral ground you lost when yowling at a border begging for attention. Maybe this suited her better.

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