MY BOOODDYY'S TELLING ME YYYEEAAHHEHHH

Sasha · (This post was last modified: August 15, 2016, 07:56 PM by Sasha.)

She forced herself to remain sitting, not wanting to get up immediately as she usually did. It showed that she was fearful. This was one of her own packmates afterall, not some sort of rougeish or intimidating loner. She looked closer, taking in the unfamilar form. The warm light of dusk illuminated his figure, a sinewy man dressed in a dark coat of fur. Alright, maybe she was a bit intimidated.

However, he showed signs of submission, allowing a sigh of relief to escape from her lips. Sasha dipped her head back in means of respect, ears pressing forward as he spoke. On top of having a rabbit stuffed in his mouth, the man spoke with terms she was not familiar with. M'lady? She assumed that meant "my lady" which wasn't much better.

"Good evening," she responded, voice evident of an Icelandic accent. What a weird place to meet -- on a volcano, of all places. However, she didn't question Peregrine's motives due to her newness to the pack.