Hideaway Strath queen of crows

all too brief response from the tattoo parlor.... Anxiety is spiked but so is excitement!

 

Hemlock could understand expectations. Thankfully she had been raised in Awenasa and her passions for plants and healing had been right at home. These were her families specialties, after all, and while her brother had done his part by protecting the borders and keeping their tribe safe it wasn't what the majority followed. "My tribe followed two paths - our protectors, and our healers. It was an interesting dynamic, with those who were not proficient in either filling in the baser tasks." Hemlock was attempting to bridge the gap of strangers by provide details of her own background, rather than of Teaghlaigh. 

"I am Leifteanant, here." Hemlock stated with pride, glancing over to Arturo with a bow of her head. "He is our  Ceannasach." She stated smoothly. "We stand as one here, or we fall as one - we are a true Family. No one can put themselves above the Family and all actions are done for the sake of keeping us and ours safe. It is not to say that we are heartless or cold, just.... Wary, and protective." Hemlock would not gloss over such facts, either. She did not want to present anything but the utter truth and she not want to disclose the Alpha or his young. 


"We only have a few basic rules, and those who pledge and prove themselves are rewarded with our utmost loyalty too."  Hemlock promised. "It can be daunting, but it is worth it for the right wolf."  Hemlock grinned then, tail swaying briefly behind her, a bit more of her normal personality shining through.