Frost would hang back as the other wolves started conversing, she felt a bit awkward being there as she wasn’t even around for Fate and Luck’s birth. She wandered over to pile of dead prey, she would take a squirrel from the pile and move to the back of the crowd. She lied down with her food and started to eat, she watched as Fate moved over to one wolf that she hadn’t seen yet. She looked shy and reserved, Frost was a bit more outgoing than she(Hectate) seemed to be but she could understand it. Wolves were sometimes strange and odd, if it weren’t for her want to be in a pack she would be a tad wary of everyone. Frost would continue to eat her squirrel in silence, she would most likely remain this way until somebody interrupted her.
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