Sequoia Coast you want to be the bad dream

As much as she’d liked to have been recognized, it does not surprise her. She’d been busy with her own litter when they were born and she’s spent little time with the wocha’s mate unless she needed something medically related. Since she’d gotten sick after the ocean swallowed her and spit her out, she isolated herself until she had to leave for Trigeda.

It is easy to swing the situation into her favor, curious to see what Drageda has done in her absence, she dips her head slightly in greeting but her expression twists into confusion.

”Green?”

She’s never put thought to colors and their smells but green is often in nature. Trees, grasses, plants. They haven’t worn a pack scent in weeks at this point so she hardly thinks anything of it beyond a weird association.

”Who are you?”