Where to Begin...

Anemone could not help but follow the trail of Xi'nuata. She had been right after all, and it had been her wise words that truly held her over for a time. The L'amour could have become unhinged had it not been for the honest hope the cinnamon woman had instilled, but all was well. And Narcissus had come! It would be no time at all before Hawthorne was found and all would be right in her world.

She found the woman by the water, a gift of Kei, and let out a low whuff to call to her attention. Her tail waved left and right, and her ears lowered in a brief show of respect while her plume remained at a height that promised no challenge. Anemone blinked as she observed briefly, until she understood what she was truly seeing. Truth be told, Anemone had never seen another scrutinize themselves. She had wondered if it was only her who had done that... she did what she could to look the best that she could, being as vain as she was. It was a trait she did not even know she had, one that she could not name. But she was pleased to know that she was not alone in her behavior.

Gunmetal gray moves to stand beside the fiery cinnamon of Xi'nuata, glancing at her own reflection before looking to her companion. Few could pull of the messy, unkempt, wild look her pack mate had... but Xi'nuata did it well, and Anemone felt envy rise within her stomach. She did not know it was a worry of Xi'nuata's, so she spoke without thought, You are very pretty, you know. Anemone's gaze flits to the water, and she wonders if she is all that lovely after all, beside the visage of the wolf she might call a friend.