Sequoia Coast Of broken bones and seaweed

Blue Willow smiled at the white furred femme, a cute girl as it were. She was cute and bubbly and Blue found her liking her instantly. She would not have minded making her a friend, it was difficult to have other pack friends, but blue was certain she could try. Yes that is true, it does not help that there is a little bit of bad blood between a former member of our pack and him, but those are his secrets not mine. She meant no harm, but she would not tell another’s secrets, it was not common knowledge she imagined of Crete and Thistle, and she would do well to keep the gossip to a minimum, but it was the truth of the matter. He was probably even less forth coming with them because of the bad blood, or perhaps even a little more forth coming as there was a common enemy so to speak. Blue Willow smiled she could feel the energy all but humming off the girl. She was probably a very excitable, hyper active wolf, she was also probably playful. That alone was a trait blue herself admired and held. Not much else, it can be used to stave off hunger in lean times, though it is salty and not very good. It can also be used to bind up open wounds, the salt on it helps to heal and dry wounds up a bit. Other than that no. She shook her head with a smile.