Gilded Bay The Shadow In The Background Of The Morgue

Kendra approached the other until she was at a respectable distance that they could talk. She had not talked to others in a long time. Her pale eyes studied the other's frame that looked so familiar in her eyes. She liked to tell herself that she hadn't seen a wolf in so long that she was recognizing their shape as someone she was close with. The young male called out to her by a name she didn't know. She put a step closer, her pale eyes noticing the light dots on her brow. She let out a snort in confusion, her head tipping as her eyes did not leave the other.

The male corrected himself, explaining that he thought that she was his brother. How curious, she thought that he looked like Pietro. Now, Kendra was never really that keen on knowing someone's name. She felt like it didn't say much about anyone instead of knowing that wolf as a person. However the male's last name struck something inside of her. Rochester. She was a Rochester. She had her father's dots and his eyes. His name was Rochester. This young male thought that she was his brother and had the light dots too. Could they be family?

Her nose started to sniff him out but the water washed away all his scents that could tell her something more. Kendra's only option was to initiate a conversation. "I'm--," her voice croaked. She had to clear her throat to get it going. "I'm Kendra Rochester-Melonii."