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Still don't know your name, miss honey - Raelle - December 28, 2023
For @Kyrell <3
Why had Sapphique even come here?This was what Rae wondered as she eyed the milling mass of strangers with distaste, sticking close to the other attendees from Sapphique. They didn't need this; they didn't need any other packs to help them. But it seemed Mireille wanted them to mingle, so after a time Rae finally decided that she would do just that.
She picked her way among the others, glancing over them and trying to find someone who seemed interesting. Honestly, they all looked boring as hell to her. But maybe she could make friends among their neighbors by the sea; that would be worthwhile, she thought.
What she did not expect was to run directly into a tall, green-eyed man as she turned to avoid a collision with someone else.
Shit!Rae stumbled back, fur spiking.
Sorry, dude.
RE: Still don't know your name, miss honey - Kyrell - January 01, 2024
Weaving away from Hearthwood's camp, Kyrell glided through the crowd. Moving with the eb and flow of bodies he kept his head on a swivel. Emerald eyes wide with awe and a growing excitement. He had a hard time believing that they would return to the Willows empty-handed with this number of hunters.
But it wasn't just hunters. There were young bodies darting between legs and tripping adults and a waft of herbs here and there. Did some packs bring their entire number to this event?
While his head was lifted high, watching some folk greet each other with open arms and excitement, someone had collided into his chest. Coughing a moment he raised a paw to his mouth and looked down. He might have confused her for a youth based on her height, were it not for her more mature proportions.
Hey, now! No harm done.
His head turned briefly, gauging the crowd's movements.
Let's find a spot where you won't be trampled, yeah?