let loose and crawling up the walls
Sniffing around the outskirts of the orchard, the petite femme frowned. Someone had claimed her favourite spot! Good lord, did packs have some sort of vendetta against her? First they take her childhood home and kick her family out, then they take the second place she called her own, now this? It was shit like this that had her holding a grudge against anyone who wasn't a loner. As soon as you were part of a pack, did you think you had some sort of right to all the land out there? How rude. Now she finds out her mother if part of this madness? And that she has siblings? Seriously, this was just messed up. However, Aksel was here, so it wasn't entirely horrible. Looking over her shoulder at her only brother, she frowned. Acidic eyes sought reassurance as she scanned his features. "You're sure about this? We're not going to get mobbed or anything?" She asked hesitantly, hackles bristling warily. She really didn't like packs. They couldn't be trusted. Tail flicked to and fro at her heels, claws flexing as she stood beside her brother. He had led her here, but Aksel was prone to making some very hair-brained ideas; even if he wouldn't admit to it. Audits lifted and lowered anxiously against her skull, every muscle twitching at the smallest sound. She felt a little nervous, being so close to the borders without permission. She'd done this a lot as a pup, but that had been because she wanted to yell at someone for taking her home all those times. Now, she had no reason to be here. They could tear her limb from limb if they wanted. Her laid back nature was slowly being eaten at by the presence of a pack so close, and it was going to fray her nerves pretty soon. "If I get eaten, it's all your fault." She informed her brother irritably, frowning. The sickeningly sweet scent of rotting fruit was a bit of a balm on her nerves, but she was still standing on the borders of a pack trolling for little kids. Sure, they were siblings of hers, but the wolves that were part of this little hive mind wouldn't know that right away. Maybe their mother would be the one that appeared. Seeing her mom wouldn't be so bad, though she had a feeling Daegmar wouldn't want her new litter tainted by the last. Clearly she liked this one better. A small frown creased her features at this thought. What made these little critters so special? Stance would shift then, straighten somewhat. Braver now, she was determined to find out what made her younger siblings so god damned special that they got a mom and she didn't. Confidence bolstered somewhat, she looked to her brother once more.
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