Swiftcurrent Creek Trust Fall

The white wolf said that this wouldn't be a family, but that made no difference to her. For Vespera, Easthollow was a wolf in sheep's clothing, especially under the rule of Greyback, but even the exile knew that she couldn't paint all the wolves in Easthollow in a bad light. The dark female kept quiet as the woman yammered on about what she had been dreaming about 'this place' to be, this place that she claimed would be a place for lost souls and where people can come and go. Again, Vespera found this to be unrealistic, but she felt that she made it clear that this was her opinion, but her smile brought a familiar warmth that she couldn't ignore.

Perhaps it was the same aura that Valette brought with her, an angelic welcome who was outstretching her paw to those in dire need. Yet, Vespera knew that not even a kind soul such as Valette could banish evil, but the locked away urges of wanting to be part of a family starting to break their chains within her. The girl raised her brows as she slowly blinked at the stranger with an unconvinced glance, but she decided to entertain these childish dreams. "Alright," her tone was coated with slight snarky amusement, "what is this so-called heaven of your called?" She had almost forgotten about her sorrows that plagued her as she gave the woman a slight snarky smile.