Spark of the Divine

*Alena* · 12-13-2013, 02:39 AM

Alena watched the brute walk away with only a brief glance. Ah well. She returned her focus to the golden colored female, watching with slight amusement as she fea's ears flicked back from time to time and she watched Alena with what only could be described as suspicion. Alena remembered the days when she had been the same way. Every corner had held a thread it seemed like, though Alena showed it in a slightly different way than this girl did.

Alena noticed her green gaze fixated on the scar on her shoulder for a moment and her ears flicked self-consciously. Of course, the assassin was not the type to worry about vanity and that was not at all what crossed her mind when she saw the stranger studying it. No, Alena worried that wolves saw her scar as a sign of weakness. All the mark ment to her was a sign of her defeat and wondered sometimes if others could see that in the scar as well.

Finally, after studying Alena, the fea spoke, explaining that she was merely out to stretch her legs and get fresh air. She went on to question Alena, asking if she had been out for the same thing. The ivory woman smirked, giving a nod in response. "Indeed. Just taking a moment to get away from the pack and pups for a while, reminiscing a bit as well." She shifted her weight a bit, getting a more comfortable seat on the rocky ground, before settling her gaze back on the fea. "I'm Alena by the way. From Amenti. I'm guessing you're Tortugan, right?" Her brief time as a spy had helped her learn the distinct smell of each pack, making it easier for her to identify the pack on the fea's scent. Though pack's scents evolve over time with the changing of members and leadership, its foundation generally stays the same, as long as the pack doesn't move too often.

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