ooc. Yay, shitty post. I was really distracted while writing this. xP
To her call, would come the pale beast, which her heart sang for. What disappointed her, was that he instantly began to flare up, dominance reeling off the pale beast in waves. The mocha cloaked tempest would give a small whine, pleading for him to relax whilst the golden colored boy spoke, of his name and greetings. Her own voice would chime in, sing-song and soothing. "Quintus is here because he wants to join our pack." Her mismatched gaze shifted back to the golden boy for a brief moment before she would speak once more. "He did not tell me what rank he wanted, yet, but he would make a good member of Abaven, brother." With her words, the shaman would saunter forth, gently licking her brother's hackles, hopefully smoothing them down a bit, and calming the brute. He has to accept Quintus. He would be a great asset to the Abaven pack.
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