Wheeling Gull Isle A monkey's Wedding

She smiled gently at the male as he spoke. He seemed understanding of her situation and for that she was grateful, as he spoke her pose relaxed somewhat. She was still ready as ever to defend herself, but she was no longer expecting it.

“Thank you” she said softly, her voice filled with appreciation. This would be a welcome retreat, safety in numbers and easily obtained meals. Of course she would aid where asked, but being in a group was so much… easier. At this point in time she had no intention of staying forever but in time… perhaps her mind would change. She did not realise it now, but she would form bonds within the pack and as much as she would deny it she would become a member of the pack. She would become dedicated to it. Her retreat would turn into a lifetime, after all she was a wolf and a wolf needed their kin.

Stockholm’s call for another made her stiffen again and she waited in anticipation for the appearance of another. The appearance of a heavily pregnant female stunned her and a soft smile crossed her maw. Memories of her home and the younger siblings she gained over the years brought some joy to her heart. How long had it been since she had been around the young? The wilds were no place for the young.

The female seemed uncomfortably pregnant and her offer of food and water calmed her completely. She had relaxed when the female had lumbered closer and now she was completely at ease, a smile gracing her maw.

“Thank you for the offer, but I am fine for now thank you” she said gently somewhat nervous, not quite sure what to say or do next and so she just smiled at the two. Her tail wagging. The customs and names here seemed strange, but she was sure she would get used to it.