But, as Rivin proceeded to move forward, her gaze would fall on not one, not two, but three unfamiliar figures. They seemed to be waiting for her, waiting for her to choose one of them. She felt her stomach turn. Who were they? What did they want? One was just so… happy, almost eager to lead her somewhere. The middle one, she could barely her gaze. There was something about it that made Rivin’s mind reel, and she didn’t want to acknowledge the sorrow the woman held. Instead she would push on towards the dark one, ears flicking back as she tilted her head slightly as she examined him. He looked… impatient. She couldn’t really see his eyes… hell, could he even see under his brows? Rivin frowns, but she chooses not to speak. If they wish for her to know why they are here, then surely they would say something… right?
"Speech,"'Thought.'
Mental health (particularly depression and anxiety) is extremely bad. Currently unable to handle IC conflict or conflict between characters, pack related or individual. I am struggling to post even simple things and will not be able to continue with thread if approached. Sorry for the inconvenience but I just can't right now.
Rivin has two companions - a bobcat and a wolverine. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
