Anyone from Tortuga welcome =3
The meeting had left her curious. From where she had sat, her tail a quivering signal beside Vi, she had watched with an estranged gaze as each wolf appeared to emerge out of the undergrowth. A fascinating sight for a creature such as the vixen. The majority had seemed predominantly femanine, save for the blasted rusting pelt of her brother and the mysterious pale boy that had made his entrance rather quiet but whom had been blatantly obvious as he sat amongst the darker shades of the others.
Elora had wound her way back to the willow grove little more than a few hours after they had dispersed, nose to the ground, intent on riffling through the multitude of different scents that still laced the grass. Unlike most days, the wench chose not to start her warlike melodies. She was focused, excited, and humming would only throw her mind off the task ahead.
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