We are the future

The Archer-Lyall was not one to dawdle when summoned, but she had been in the middle of digging a rather deep hole for a project yet to be fulfilled and it took her a moment to shake the sandy soil from her coat. Even ignoring the soil that still clung to her nose and front legs, there would be no mistaking what she had been about when the call went up. She approached the gathering with an easily waving tail, head dipping respectfully to Tamsyn, the only wolf she readily recognised from those gathered thus far. It was with some interest that she took in the gathered wolves (and lynx, she certainly hadn’t been expecting that!), all different shades and colours, some she had never seen before. She would rest easily on her paws, silently awaiting direction. She might have been tested already, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t take advantage of seeing how things were done outside of her own birth pack.

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