Catching up

Lia’s first few days in the pack were rocky as she adjusted, and tried not to drown beneath all the changes. The gift of a healer's plot was her saving grace, and she threw herself into that work with gusto. She wasn’t accustomed to being idle, and didn’t want to start now. She was assuming what grew in the Hallows, and familiarising herself with the plants when a voice spoke up, startling her. She jumped a little, a spark of fear in her eyes before a mask of a smile took over. A delicate thing across her soft maw, as she ducked her head towards the other wolf.

“My Lord,” she responded, making the natural assumption that he, like most, was ranked above her. “I’m Idalia” she responded as her heartbeat returned to normal, a hint of her brighter nature returning. [b] “But most call me Lia”[/n]

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