Sleeping Dragon In the merry month of June

ooc: maybe some of the natives are willing to make friends?

It had been a few days now, since Foxglove (and Junebell as well) had joined the ranks of Sleeping Dragon, found out that this was not exactly an ordinary pack, but had some sort of weird belief system that she neither understood, nor wanted to get into (though - as Junebell smugly pointed out - you would have to eventually, if you decided to stay). It had irked her a little in the beginning, because she had always praised herself as being perfectly normal, yet later she learned that the danger of becoming "abnormal" in any way was very slight. Because what she could tell from the stolen glances from the shadows at the other wolves - they did not look very extra-ordinary at all.

Oh well... it was probably high time she made friends, but having always held mealtimes in high regard, Foxglove had settled down by the river, holding a half-eaten fish between her forepaws and munching on it, while having a quiet inner conversation with her invisible sister. One could not tell from her face and expression alone that there were two living in one body.