"Be right there." She slipped back into her den. There was something there that she wished to add to her new gift. A blue flower wrapped in twine and tied together with various stems. Hanmel had been working on it for quite sometime. The perfect ankle decor to from the floral of Armada. It was her own welcoming gift to finally joining a pack/band that did not try to kill her. Instead, she found herself wanting to find her place here.
His retreating back wasn't too far off. If she followed his scent, she surely would find him. Turning away from him to find a rock amongst the trees, she took her time to unsheathe the blade. Admiring the craftsmanship. So beautiful were the markings and the handle that accompanied it. But for some odd reason, Mel wanted it to be sharper. More lethal. And so, she got to work.
