Lost Creek Hollow my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel
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Tail wagging, the black female nodded, remembering her own first day back in a pack. "I understand," she responded. Ilya remained silent, for once, when she realized the wolf was thinking. She let her perhaps reminisce, free of interruption, thinking upon her past herself. She was only thinking over her first day, however, when Root asked her a question.

"Jobs?" Ilya repeated, a bit caught off guard from her short space out. "I suppose I do a little of everything," she dipped her head a bit. "I hunt with the pack and check borders," she explained, tail wagging a bit as she thought of her part of the pack. "Although I am studying the trade of a Naturalist, I'm mostly following weather patterns," she explained, her tail still wagging. 

"Hunter is good, and much needed," especially in the winter seasons, Ilya noted mentally. "We could do some hunting now, if you'd like!" she then said, tail wagging. "It's morning anyway, we could work up an appetite and then cool off with a bite to eat," she winked. She chuckled a bit at her 'cool off' joke, considering it was freezing outside anyway, but she hoped the other female would find it somewhat amusing.
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RE: my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel - by Ilya - December 14, 2015, 07:49 PM