Blackfeather Woods see, the devil is a liar

If Dulce had any uncertainty, it was certainly too late to voice it now. Her question went unanswered, but the sudden arrival of another, more demanding female quenched her curiousity. Instinctually, she lowered herself down even more, going so far as to even think about rolling over into full submission. Assuming no one would hurt her, Dulce replied, I want to join. But did she? I mean, did she? Oh, well.

I'm a scout, she said, No title, but the skill. It was Dulce's first time ever joining a pack so she had little idea of how these things normally went; all that she had to work off of were the informal introductions she made when finding someone new to travel with. What do you need? I will train for it.