Undertow

The Avalon relaxed a little when the man gave his name, a shy smile pulling at the corners of her mouth in relief that maybe she hadn’t seemed to cause offence with her strange behaviour. It quickly became apparent that her additional call had been pointless, and her ears folded against her skull submissively, tail wagging between her hocks and head cringing low as Resin made her presence known. She relaxed as the leader came to stand alongside, listening intently to the story the boldly patterned wolf told, the corner of her mouth pulling down in a sympathetic grimace. Broken and cracked bones were no fun, no siree, her own head giving a momentary sympathetic throb. Percy would really have to focus on finding herbs now. At least it would give her more motivation to venture beyond the borders knowing they weren’t just going to sit there gathering dust.

She would wait to see if Resin needed her to run ahead and warn anyone, or assist in any way. Otherwise she would just happily hang out in the larger wolfs shadow until she was told otherwise.

"Percy". "Theo".