I Can't Do It Alone

*Alamea* · (This post was last modified: 06-13-2015, 07:22 PM by Alamea.)

Alamea stepped lightly out of her den, stretched in the weak autumn sun and yawned; snowy mandible pulled down to show ivory fangs. Taking a few steps away from the mouth of her den she shook out her thick coat. As the weather grew colder her mind had turned back to Rune, she had however devoted herself to her pack and felt somewhat guilty having run off. The guilt was stronger however whenever she thought of trying to find him again. Surely she had the right too? didn't she? They were young yes, and she was cautious not to end up like her mother? but this was the closest she had ever felt to another wolf.

Settling upon her haunches, she cast rose colored gaze around the packlands. She still didn't really know anyone. Socializing was so much different from what she had experienced before and well; she sucked at it. With a sigh she resigned herself to another day filled with thoughts of Rune, not that was necessarily as bad thing.

Speech,

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