winds of change

Another howl, this time closer to the pack. She had already decided a few days prior... but had made the decision hastily. If she was to have a friend in Basilisk, she should give his community a shot. It wasn't fair to keep making him seek her out, bird or not. Wren stood a few careful steps away from Armada, keeping a respectful distance.

While she expected to see her new friend here, she didn't count on it right away. If he could vouch for her skills, she'd find it easier to be accepted if so. Still, she could talk for herself, couldn't she? Wren didn't bother sitting down, finding it annoying to do such a thing in front of an alpha. It was also not respectful, seen as being comfortable near their border.

She waited until a massive black shape emerged, then dropped her eyes. Wolf instinct and all; she couldn't look at a leader, an outranked wolf, in the eye.

"Speech"