Cast me down where the devil don’t go
probably warning for language
Knight
07-28-2020, 02:24 AM
Her usual patrols brought her by the edge of the Armada's territory that bordered the Weeping Willows and just by chance she noticed a scent that crossed from their territory and out into the forest of willow trees. That wouldn't be all that unusual of course, but it happened to he a scent that she wasn't familiar with. There was also a very distinct note that she was all to familiar with at this point in her life, but that wasn't really what drew her to follow it. She had been trying to make a point to get to know all of the wolves in the Armada and if there was a member she hadn't yet met then she wanted to make sure she did that.
She made her way out into the willows and the sound of a growl made her ears perk. A bit of worry twisted in her stomach and it made her hurry her steps toward the sound. She knew certain males could get a bit pushy with females when they were in heat and if that was the case for one of her pack mates then she wanted to be there to help protect them. However, when she arrived, she saw that wasn't the case at all. She stopped in her tracks when she found the young woman simply rubbing against the trunk of the willow tree, very obviously bothered.
Tamsyn cleared her throat to get the gray female's attention as she padded closer, raising an eye brow at her curiously as a slight smile touched her lips. "Are you alright?"
"Speech" Thought
