Honeyed Pasture Coming Home

Having not been born near the sea, Florence does not have the connection to it like some. Her heart sleeps in the tall peaks of an icy mountain with slow on all sides where she can blend in. However, the more time she spends near the water, the more she begins to understand the allure of it all. She may never feel the same as Meteora or the other packs near where she’s from but she’s certain she can get used to it enough to alter her way of life.

The sight of another catches her attention as she makes her way through the snow and perhaps it is because most of her life has been spent around the stuff, she is easier to make out for her than someone else. In parts she blends in but little surpasses Florence. It is an unfamiliar form, not that it’s hard, but it is not one that has been traveling with the band of wolves with Meteora. Her purpose with the Nereides is still mostly unclear, except for helping her companion along and for the moment she isn’t around. In order to pass the time, Florence approaches carefully before offering a gentle chuff in acknowledgement from a safe distance.