King Elk Forest Wintertide Jubilee, the first.

White Elk.

Somehow, it made her uneasy. Somehow, she didn't know what to think about it. Were white elk special? Cenric never mentioned it, directing her to priests who may tell her more about their religion. She tilted her head from the back of the group but said nothing. It wasn't her place as a newcomer. But Apostle.

She didn't know that word very well. Wren, however, would not turn away from her chance to hunt for the pack. Unease aside, she wanted to prove herself. Her paws shuffled in excitement, eager to begin on the mark given. The brunette would wait patiently however. She wasn't going to make a fool of herself in front of her new pack mates.

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