Northstar Vale A Long Journey Ongoing

lil' cameo bc im bored 

it was down to nothing but chance that the ghost happened to come across two others choosing to roam the silvered night. yet upon presuming they are both members of her new pledging, the woman draws back; still unwilling to actively seek conversation. yet from the shadows she lingers, observant in her silence. a twitch of her nose accompanied by ears leaning forward informs her that the towering woman is not a wolf of courtfall and despite lingering doubts at her decision to reside here, instinct leads to her form tensing and hackles raising slightly. it's a surprisingly reassuring feeling to come across her, the duty to protect. her breath hitches lightly.

the man who is meant to be here reacts quite accordingly and she struggles to contain the want to scoff at the fae's audacity to announce she simply intruded down to convenience. ears cannot resist the tug towards her head now as they lay flat with irritance and is close to joining this unknown man when; softly....dark gaze flicks to fall upon the scarred queen of this group as she emerges from the lengthening shadows. curiously she follows her movements; quick to notice the absence of aggression, dominance. not necessarily frustrated as much as....surprised, she would say rarely but in fact, the correct description would be never. never had she seen such a calm approach to one intruding on their land and...

her jaw almost falls comically ajar when the moon bathed woman speaks in soft, lilting tones leading up to an agreement to escort her through their territory. a soft hmph slips forth, unsatisfied by the display and as they begin to move; chatting like old friends, she cannot help but spin around with a lash of her long tail and retreat through the long grasses. not a care goes towards being silent, she could not care if her presence was known.