ritual

[size=small]Since her tenuous acceptance into the pack, Soliloquy had hidden herself away within its folds. It wasn't a troublesome thing to do, she simply avoided the more highly trafficked paths, and when she suspected an impending encounter -she changed her course. However, these things were not done out of cowardice as others might assume, but rather they were done in keeping with Lilo's stringent schedule. There was simply no time to waste when she had such a lengthy list of chores.

Many days of this antisocial behavior did eventually prove fruitful though, as made evident by the youth's mostly stocked den. Staring into the dark void, her tail brushed her heels gently as she regarded her quick work with satisfaction. For her den was made from the hollow of a large tree and within it there were strips of conifer and [/size]a rabbit's fur gathered around half a rack of fallen deer antlers. Breathing in the collective aroma, a notably sullied Soliloquy finally released what remained of her tension. So long as she had an alter to lower herself before, she was unafraid of whatever challenges Kephriti would require of her in these new lands.

Too vain to turn away from her craft, Lilo simply sat and at long last began giving attention to her rumpled appearance. For once she was unconcerned with the whereabouts and doings of her packmates in proximity to herself.