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don't study me, you won't graduate - Xizur - January 22, 2020
Everything was happening at a remarkably fast pace. He'd barley been given time to recover from the aftermath of Pygmalion's onslaught before the inky sylph was commanding them away from the lair. They were to move, after all that!? Over what? A corpse? It's not like it could hurt them now, or ever again for that matter. But, he supposed at the end of the day it did not matter. The lair was after all, just a some random territory. It meant nothing to him and he put up little to no resistance when Bhediya announced their departure.
Fast forward a few days and here he was standing along the edge of some unknown territory that he assumed was their new...home now? There was plenty to unearth, be it the unfamiliar faces of their new companions or the strange territory itself. And so when the call went up signaling their acceptance into the aspiring pack's ranks, Xizur stepped forward to do what he did best; explore.
RE: don't study me, you won't graduate - Daylily - January 22, 2020
Daylily was feeling the burden of responsibility. She wasn’t the leader of Whitebark Stream; no, that role was Dawn’s alone, as far as she could tell. But Day had been a part of all of this: setting up, meeting new pack members, trying to find a suitable place for a den site. It was a lot. She was exhausted, but joyous, for the work was almost over, and for her, it had only been a few days. She couldn’t imagine the workload Dawn had gone through, how long she had toiled to reach this point. But now they had the right number of members, they had marked the borders, there was the beginnings of a cache. It was all coming together.
Dawn had recently accepted another aspiring pack into their midst, ones who would bow to Dawn’s leadership now that they were here. Daylily had heard of their coming but had not yet met any of them, so when she smelled an unfamiliar scent on the air, she followed it eagerly. It was a smell she didn’t recognize, so she hoped it was a member of this new group. A pup—though he was nearly a yearling—was who she found. “H-Hello!” she called, the word a stutter, for she often felt nervous around new people. “D-Did you come with the new group, the one from the mountains?”
The male, however, ignored her, which made Daylily feel incredibly uncomfortable. Not knowing what else to do, she quickly ran off.