YOU SHALL DRIP RUBIES {[COVARI]}
07-08-2014, 06:26 PM
Skirting the gathering of wolves, Warja's eyes roved over those present in the hopes of spying a familiar face. Her eyes lingered on Cru, the wolf who she'd talked to about mentoring, but he was dismissed quickly. He was still a stranger. The only way she was going to park her rump next to him was if none of her family showed. Speaking of, where the heck were they? The yearling's eyes made a second pass across the group. There. Relief washed over her as her eyes settled on her father. She wasn't usually one to be easily intimidated, but situations like this were new to her, her social side largely lacking in development. Zigzagging through the crowd, the yearling let her eyes briefly rest on each wolf she passed, taking the time to familiarize herself with the faces of her packmates. While she wasn't particularly interested in learning about each one, knowing who was on her side could come in handy. Taking a seat beside her father, Warja's gaze drifted up to his face. "Hey dad." Speaking - - Thinking |
