asleep at the wheel [fiori meeting & recruiting]
More and more wolves came filing into the clearing. The girl found herself pressing a little more into the flank of her friend. He offered a friendly nibble upon her ear, a small reassurance. Large crowds just didn't appeal to her. That didn't mean she hated others, she just didn't like the press of bodies all around her. It wasn't as bad as when she'd been a tiny babe, but it hadn't disappeared entirely yet. Her sibling by proxy, Tibertius, appeared in front of her. He beamed down at her, greeting falling from hi lips amiably. She beamed back at him, tail thumping cheerfully against the terra. "How're ya doin' Tib?" She questioned jovially, raising a brow. She liked her brand new brothers, though they made her feel puny on more occasions than she'd like. A strange girl with a dark pelt would arrive, and speak to Tib in low tones. The lilac pelted youth would cast a curious gaze her way, trying to determine what she was doing here. She wasn't from Fiori, was she going to join? Ritselli ambled up as well, joining up with the massive family and making a quiet comment to Ama. A dark furred lady crept in, assimilating herself into the unfamiliar family. So far, this looked like it was going to be a good first gathering with this new pack. However, a boisterous stranger would cause a little too grand a stir within the ranks. He seemed friendly, entering the clearing and greeting miss Epiphron warmly in a language the child failed to understand. Vitus appeared, a boy in her family who seemed to have trouble speaking. The lavender femme had never had the courage to ask anyone why his voice was so broken, because it didn't seem like the right thing to do. Instead, she had grown to accept it as just a part of the way he was- something that made the male unique. However, he was on the defensive as soon as he entered. His aggression aimed at the friendly stranger, which startled Absinthe somewhat. Did he understand what the foreigner had said? Was it mean? Not knowing the tongue was suddenly a handicap, and the girl bristled as well. Straightening up, she watched the encounter warily. Did they need her help? She could help them if she needed to, even if she wasn't as big as them. The appearance of yet another alien figure attracted her attention almost instantly. However, she looked almost frightened to be there. Scared wolves weren't usually something to be attacking. Miss Epiphron addressed them all, asking them, the youths, what they wished to study. How they wanted to help the pack, and whatnot. After that, it was more or less just everyone deciding exactly what that was. The girl would look about, trying to decide what it was she wanted to do. Bacchus piped up, voicing his desire to defend. Obviously her adopted brothers were keen on the idea of defending their home, though the youngest of the adopted group, Ritselli, wasn't so fond of the idea. She opted to be a hunter. A noble cause, without a doubt. Did the violet girl want to be a hunter? Well, it wasn't a bad idea. But... nah. She would look to Bacc, gaze turning furtive. Oh jeez, speaking up right now seemed impossible. Swallowing heavily, she tried to figure out how to form words again. Taking a deep breath, she found her muscles taut with unforseen anxiety. "I would like to defend the pack, too." She announced finally, though her voice sounded painfully squeaky to her own ears. Would she be turned down for being small? Releasing a heavy sigh, she flexed her pale toes in the dirt and looked up to Bacc. They could be the dynamic duo, protecting the pack when they were all grown! Well, when she was all grown. |