He was a dreamer
Professor
09-15-2022, 06:36 AM
She had been scouting the area to help ensure that the missing members of Menagerie and other folk weren't still alive. If she was going to potentially claim a spot for a pack of her own, the petite woman wanted to make sure she had the all-clear. In retrospect, it sounded pretty fucked up for her to do it this way, but gotta get your bone when you can, right? So Celeste wandered a bit south of the Pines, away from the bloody massacre to the north to look for others. Following the wall's path until a singular male scent caught her attention, Celeste stopped to glance around. Squinting her aquamarine-colored eyes to get a better look, she saw a lump of a wolf laying on the ground. A light gasp left her as she hoped the wolf was alright. Hurrying her paws toward him until her paws had to skid to a stop in the dirt, she looked not quite down at him but almost straight on. She was pretty small, mind you. The scent of blood wasn't noticeable, thankfully, and she let out a sigh of relief. "Oi, what are you doing laying around like that?" There is a snippet of concern at the edge of her tone as her eyes rove over the boy. A little older than her and quite the looker, Celeste took a step back before sitting down. "You're not hurt, are you?" She asks as she tilts her head to the side and wraps her elongated tail neatly around her haunches. |