Cerulean Cape wave-wracked and wanton

I'm late but here, crashing the party ;)

There was something that drew her from her silent hiding, the time in which she had spent away from the contact of another driving her to this gathering of scents. Some, she thought she recognised, others she did not. What mattered, however, was not that, as she headed toward the area bathed in moonlight - she was longing for company. It was true she was not the most social of creatures, but she desired a familiar face to help ease the loneliness since she had departed from the island. She'd taken over temporarily as alpha, then all of a sudden their numbers were low and she could not help but feel part of it was her own fault. Should she have watched more carefully over the wolves residing on that land? Perhaps.

Now, as the wintry fae approached closer, she made out a few figures. She slunk forward, tail tucked uncharacteristically between her legs and posture low as she chuffed lightly, wondering if she'd be noticed amongst the friendly chatter. Blue gaze searching for something, anything familar, she halted at the sight of Stockholm and Seelie. Was that... they were here, too? Those two, those two she remembered. The only two she had found comfort in the company of, the only ones she might call her friends. Maybe they did not consider her this.. but she had nobody else. Of course she was used to the lack of family, but she'd thought her place was in Undersea. 

Maybe... maybe she could stay a while. She waited, tail swaying gently behind her, just to see who might turn and say hello. Seelie and Stockholm... what a delightful surprise, that she might come across them once more.