Maybe It Wasn't An Accident

Cypress would give a small nod. So her mother was the alphess, one who was strong, and made sure that things were done in a collective effort. The girl would give her name too, Arian Adravendi. It was her first name that he truly focused on, finding it a unique and lovely name when rolling in his mind. Still though, he had to wonder about her. He had noticed the limp leg, but had not mentioned anything on the subject. He knew it was hard to be treated differently for something out of your control. Besides, she seemed to hold herself just fine. But what he would notice is that venom, a slight venom to her own name, was hinted.

Before Cypress would comment another would roll up on the scene. By how quickly she asked, and how tenderly she seemed to treat Arian, he could only guess that this was her mother. The young man would take a polite step back, dipping his head to the older woman. “I assure you that if I am that was not my intention, ma’am.” The young man would lift his bi colored gaze to the woman, frowning some. “My name is Cypress. I was lost in thought and wandered too close to your borders, which Arian kindly noted to me. I was thinking I needed a fresh start. A new home.” He would dip his head again.

“If you can find it in your heart to forgive my carelessness in wandering so close and allow me a second chance, ma’am, I swear to you I will do all I can for the pack. I know how to fight and hunt, a bit of herblore as well. I was trained as a knight under my father.”