Neverwinter Forest build god, then we'll talk

Hey Nantale, you skipped Cara's turn. It was supposed to be Cara - You - Me for the rest of the thread.

Erika met her left eye with her packmate. The young one looked wary towards her; a normal look she got from packmates she was unfamiliar with. After the older she-wolf greeted the yearling and foreigner, the white female nodded. She looked a bit more comfortable now, though she did study the loner uneasily. The yellow eyed wolf gave the lone female the same look, but less threatening than the young one. The black loner nodded to them both, but said nothing. Tilting her head to the side, the white yearling demanded that she give her name.

Something about the tone of her voice and the glare in her eye told Erika that the yearling spent most of her young life as a loner, like she herself did. She sounded very wary and distrustful of the black wolf, even though she was not on pack territory. It was similar to how she spoke to others, but the French-Canadian did not speak so threatening like the yearling did. Perhaps it was her youth, or her life experiences. Or the fact that she didn't have a disfigurement that scared the shit out of most people who saw it.