Swiftcurrent Creek the knot

<3! Mundanity is certainly welcome right now, haha. I'm finally starting to feel more excited about the wedding than stressed about it, though — two weeks!

She was becoming braver, though she still did not trust them. Magpie allowed herself to venture from the hole she claimed for herself more and more often, and without waiting for a summons. It stilled the restlessness of her heart, the desire to explore every inch of the world... she had felt safe to do so, amongst the Corvidae. But here, with these wolves that were not her true family, she believed threat lurked within each of them. That her presence was tolerated, at best, and that in any moment she could be killed or run off.

Magpie moved along slowly, every muscle tense and alert, prepared to dash away from potential threats. Her posture was low and careful, bright green eyes shifting this way and that. She noticed the little red wolf early because of this, but either the stranger hadn't noticed her or, if she had, didn't seem to care about her presence. Magpie frozen the instant the other had come into her field of view; she thought about skirting around and avoiding the red female altogether, but when she collapsed to the ground with a despairing whine, the youth knew she had no choice.

She approached slowly, and when she was close enough to communicate (but still far enough that she could escape if needed), Magpie gave a concerned, questioning whine. Whoever this was, they were pack; and regardless of trust, the youth knew her assistance was necessary. The strength of a pack was only as strong as their numbers, and if something were wrong, she knew she needed to deal with the situation as best she could.