Meet & Greet

Having worked much of her rage and hurt out on the battlefield, Qanik was returning back to the lands she called home, to lick her wounds and rest. First, though, she would need to stop at the lake to slake her thirst after the battle and the long return journey, to maybe rinse the reek of blood from her stained pelt, and that was where she discovered a problem.

Distracted by the dull ache of the puncture wounds by her ribs, Qanik was not paying attention when she came upon the lake. If she had been she may have chosen to ghost away before she was close enough to be seen, to find another water supply or to circle to the far side of the lake where she did not have to interact with the wolf waiting on the shore - Roman Armada. But she'd looked up too late to remove herself without being impolite, for she had come up nearly at Roman's side before she'd noticed.

She hesitated at the sight of her new alpha, but the hitch in her stride was barely noticeable as she continued up to the lake itself to allow the waters to lap gently over her toes. She nodded to the alpha to be polite before plunging her muzzle into the water, rinsing the taste of blood from her tongue, then drinking her fill. Leaping full-on into the lake to soothe her hurts and rinse the gore from her pelt seemed like a rather impolite thing to do in front of her alpha, who she hadn't even greeted properly, so with a sigh she turned back to the other pale female.

Her feelings about the alpha were still mixed. She had nothing personal against her, but her emotions were still raw and confused, too newly come down from the hurt and rage that had driven her to the battlefield to begin with. She would have preferred to hold off on speaking alone with the alpha until she could be certain of herself, but circumstances had forced her.

But when the time came for her to open her mouth and speak, Qanik found she just didn't know what to say. "Roman Armada," she began, then paused, covering her hesitation by taking a seat on the shore. "Good evening."

Oh, that she weren't such a babe-in-the-wood when it came to such things. In all her six years, her pack had never had a change of alpha, she had never had to deal with the uncertainty of new leadership. Now in the space of a few months she'd gone from happy pack member to rogue to pack again, and she felt like she understood less of what was going on than wolves a quarter her age. She was out of her depth here, and drowning in emotions and politics she had never known before.



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