Wild Flowers

It seemed like only heartbeats had passed till the white Queen she had seen before was standing before her. She shifted nervously, mind going blank for words. Why was she here again? What does she say? Her pale blue eyes looked around, as if trying to find something to remind her. A small cluster of dandelions got her attention and as she stared at it, everything seemed to come back to her. I am Amia Tulip of the Nomads. I could not help but go to your howl last time. Something pulled me towards your meeting. Or more perhaps you. I...don't really understand it myself. I've never had the urge to be around others since my mentor passed away. I ran from home, unable to bare the grief and see his den but never him again. She spoke quickly, her words a rush. But as she paused she sat down. Eyes wavered as she thought about the next words she would say. I guess im just trying to understand why I have this calling towards you and your pack. But I feel like I might not fit in like I did among the Nomads.. She stopped eyes looking up at the older female.

Would this woman be able to help her, to understand her? She hoped so, if not then Amia could always walk away right? yet something told her paws she would not be leaving these lands, a least not forever. Brows creased down in slight frustration in herself. Nothing made sense and she didn't like it one bit. She wouldn't blame the white woman if she was totally confused too. She sighed softly, eyes looking down at her white paws.