Stone Circle We survived the Famine!

the main responsibility of a newcomer was to prove one's ability to carry their own weight. blondine knew that as a new face within these borders, there were at least two pairs of eyes on her at all times. rather than adding pressure, it served as motivation; if she could pick between being labelled lazy or overzealous, she much preferred the latter.

the call was sounded in the midst of her cache check-in. a voice she didn't recognize, but one that blondine figured she ought to respond to. leader until proven subordinate, she thought as she trotted over to the growing group. a dark femme was slinking away as the scout made her approach, so she made a mental note to seek her out later.

greyback was there already, as were a swath of other faces. as blondine made her way to the middle, she offered a howdy! and how d'ye-do? to anyone willing to listen. they were going to hunt, apparently. as she peered over to the herd, well, she could hardly contain her excitement.

there was no one there to partner with, not that she'd expected otherwise. she snaked down into the playing field, following closely behind the patriarch and the blanchard beside him. she would do as they did, waiting for a signal to jump into action.