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@Thorn but welcoming any other Diaspora wolves

She had followed the warhound home. It was everything she had said she would not do—come to any immediate decisions about who she would swear her loyalty to. There was something about the ashen man, though—the confidence in which he moved. There was no arguing he was a leader, and she believed it was because of this that she chose to follow him. He pulled at her like a magnet, and now that he had left her side for the moment, the sylph tried to think of anything else other than how cold she now felt without the heat of his body next to hers.
 
She chose to become familiar with the land they currently chose as their own. The scent of others mingled heavily among her nostrils, and so the ivory valkyrie began to move down one of the trails, her svelte form blending among the gentle falling snow, spare for the bright apple green eyes that drank in each detail.