While the woman waited for one or two of the leaders to arrive, she lifted her chin to the gentle rhythm of the wind kissing her face. It was truly nice. Some days she may just come out here to take a nap or just to think without any disturbances. That is, is she were to be accepted into the little pack. And the girl really hoped she would be. She needed something to get her occupied. So that she can set a goal and work her way up into it. And a pack was just the way to get herself busy. She would work her way up into the ranks- until eventually, she'd be respected and known. Ooh, that'd be just thrilling. The journey into the high tiers, though, would be long and exhausting. She could already picture the constant training, spars, etc. The jobs and duties she needed to complete, and the challenges that would knock her silly. But those wouldn't stop her...it didn't stop the leaders of the other seven packs, so if it didn't stop them from leading, it wouldn't stop her.
A brownish figure came padding toward her in the distance soon after her relaxation on the border. Immediately the woman firmed up her spine and bowed her head with respect to the leader. She kept her head lowered until he yielded before her, then she lifted her head and smiled warmly to him. Was that man she saw in the cavern the other day related to this brute...? The boy in the cavern had orange half-circles beneath his eyes. And this man had almost the same ones, just dark brown. They also both looked like normal, regular everyday wolves. She must have been missing something...like a large family spread throughout Alacritia that had a high reputation. Confusing. But immediately the woman refocused on the boy as he addressed himself to her. "Hello there. My name is Dutiron Destruction, Author of Ludicael."
Destruction. Destruction. She had heard of an old leader named Destruction, but not with that last name. Wren thought hard about the name and tried to figure out if she's ever heard of it before. But unfortunately, she hadn't. She sighed and shifted thoughts, from the last name of the family to the reply for the author of Ludicael. The babe would ask to join. That was it. "Ah, yes. It is nice to meet you, sir." Wren would dip her head yet again with respect, but she lifted her head just as quickly as it went down. "I'm Wren Sartaddi. I'm quite new to Alacritia, but I have an interest in this unique pack of yours, and was considering on joining. But I wanted to get approval from one of the leaders first..." The tricolor babe took a quick, silent moment to let her eyes explore the brute's frame. He did indeed look like an everyday wolf- but with two-toned eyes and brown half-circles beneath them. It was quite weird- she almost felt like asking if he had any certain relatives. But for now, she would focus on getting accepting.
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