Broken Antler Fen Loud and Proud, or something to that extent

AW! looking for some new connections, please excuse bad writing its late here aha

Evermore had seen one face in Roangeda, but not many others. She wasn't quote sure what she could be doing wrong, maybe she wasn't putting herself out there enough? She considered herself to be rather social, considering wolves were very social creatures. Yet, the lack of seeing and interacting with others left her feeling a bit starved of attention. Evermore didn't like the feeling, it felt as if something continued to gnaw on her just to annoy her, perhaps like a bug that just won't leave you alone.

Her expression is confused as she walked around the land, underneath the trees and where the fog and mist rolled against her frame. She looked all around her and couldn't lay eyes on a figure. Perhaps, she call for an audience? Not an audience, too many names to remember. But, perhaps, a partner in crime? Or just, an introduction and a new face to recognizie around the land? That sounded more appetizing.

With a few yips and a yodel-like call, Evermore waited to see a new face bathed in the scent of Roangeda. She hoped they were nice to talk to.