Sun Mote Copse The soft and fading light has crossed the west horizon and has bidden us goodnight

For pledged woofs and strangers <3

The butterfly had a hard time getting sleep, the excitement of starting her own pack a bit overwhelming. She had found a strong team in her band, different minds, different skill sets, yet all working for the same goal. The Velingar would stand, Chusi would make sure of it, but she couldn't do it without her friends. Which got her thinking; why not accept any wandering spirit among them? If they could provide, they could stay. Which got her thinking yet again; what if they couldn't provide? The wounded should also be welcome... but that probably sounded silly. Perhaps she should request they pledge themselves to them then.

Chusi marked their borders, their scent stronger in the Tuktu now. It was eerily lifeless here. What if they had to move to a more available spot to attract any members? She liked it here, but they couldn't stay if no one would join their cause.