come and play with the misfits
[ menagerie meet and greet ]
07-20-2022, 04:33 PM
As she watched the congregation, a pale ear swiveled to hear another set of approaching paw steps. She glanced at the wolf that settled next to her, a boy her age, his coat a darkly brindled cream with eyes of cobalt. He spoke kindly to her, remarking on their youth. Yes, it would be good to have a friend her age. Another friend, as she remembered Ricin. She gave the boy a smile in return, grateful for the support but unable to add much to the conversation. Wren approached them now, tailed by a large man Sybil had not met yet. “You’d be pleased to know the journey was swift.” She purred, assuming a more confident mask. Her attention was largely on Wren’s companion. Had the fisherwoman netted herself a bodyguard already? She watched as he talked to the other yearling, Beauregard, about his fighting skills. Her stomach sunk a little, in realisation that they wouldn’t be working together. In this disappointment, she realised that Wren had not yet introduced her, and her newly teenage mind spun tragedies from this fact. Maybe she just was of less importance, or Wren had forgotten her because she held so little weight in her alpha’s mind. She refused to show this conflict on her face, not wanting to prove her theories correct. She would remain the observer until addressed, she would speak when spoken to. If she was spoken to. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ |
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