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*Serra* · 07-12-2014, 06:14 PM

Abaven was an interesting pack, to say the least. It was different from anything Serra had experienced before, and even with her limited experience with packs, she was sure that there was nothing quite like this pack in all the lands. Not that she minded - it was a nice distraction from that whole thing where her brother practically had a mate and Serra was still just alone. She had seen Wael just the once, and since arriving at Alacritia and discovering Quelt, he had been all she cared about. She almost felt forgotten now, not that she would have dared admit it to any. Serra could take care of herself - she didn't need a man to make her feel complete, even if that man was her brother.

No, Serra Arrow was her own wolf, and she'd be damned if she didn't prove it. The slate blue girl tilted her head back, letting a soft howl sound in the air, summoning any nearby who might wish for a conversation. It was fairly late at night, with the moon high in the sky and the stars glittering far above. The summer air was warm enough, however, and Serra settled down easily, letting her chin come to rest on the soft earth. Perhaps someone would heed her call, and perhaps not. She would be fine either way. She was not lonely, no, this was just . . . a desire to get to know her packmates. In the middle of the night.

Okay, so maybe she was a little lonely. But only a little.

Speech,

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