THE great ESCAPE
08-19-2013, 03:49 AM
Tail would wag gently as the other wolf approached, scent giving way that she was another female, and a pack-mate at that. golden oculars would glance at the oddly coloured wolf, a smile dancing on her jaws. ah, company, it always brought her from the darker corners of her mind. the chill in the night, seemed less, when next to another, and she would smile again before answering. "I find I do my best thinking at nights when I wander." Her verbose would be soft, gentle, as she turned her head again to introduce herself. "I am Eris, curer of Glaciem, and you are?" Lo, though she recognized what was becoming the scent of Isardis's pack clinging to the others fur, she still wanted to know who she was, as she wanted to know each of her pack-mates. Speech... |