Northstar Vale does this robe make my ass look too big or just big enough?

and so it begins. perm given by lauren to pp ingram.

The conversation of the promise of a pack was still fresh on her mind - the information being stored in 'thoughts for later'. The type of thoughts that, despite the countless encounters she had, she still preferred the quiet nature of her own company so that she could dwindle on her own inquiries. Diaspora, an odd name, but she had heard of more peculiar ones: Elfen, Mythasera... Rhaesuial. The memories were still bitter on her mind just like many others, ears pricked forward as she held a rabbit carcass, just in the transition of white to brown fur, in her jaws.

Now to find a place to rest and enjoy her meal. It wasn't much; a trophy of her success so far. Living alone during the winter? Not many could say they succeeded in that and Rhaenys, understandably, barely had. The number of times she barely scraped by with her life was more times than the number of toes on her paws; a horrifying thought of those sheltered their entire life. But she had chosen to leave against the regal's wishes and Rhaenys couldn't help but wonder how long it took for them to give up on their search. A wolf of Rhaesuial did not just up and disappear - but she had.

And she wanted it to stay that way. She had never been anyone there - would she be someone here?

Breathing in the scent of the rabbit made her stomach growl louder than it had the past three times she had breathed in its scent. However, with it, a familiar, airy scent flooded through her nasal cavities too. The scent of Diaspora, she presumed. Anxiety laced up in her chest - was she getting closer? Diaspora; the name of the pack and the function of it in the ecosystem was something that intrigued her. Was she ready to settle down? Did Rhaenys truly want to belong? It didn't take her long to round a corner and nearly crash head-first into a pristine white female.

Rhaenys always envied those with white fur. So elegant, so pure - so unlike her.

Backing up just as quickly, her eyes relaxed once the distance was set and, still grasping at her rabbit like it was her life-sentence, she spoke through it. "Sorry." Awfully muffled; un-ladylike. The thought made her ears flatten half-way as she stared half-expectantly at the woman for a brief moment before setting the rabbit down. Titian eyes flickered up first and then her head followed; "Are you Diasporian?"