Swiftcurrent Creek Trust Fall

Vespera rolled her eyes when the woman pronounced the mouthful of a name to her and shifted her head to look back at the rushing water. She was glad to give this stranger the assistance that she needed and the answer, but her stubborn nature and through all the experiences she has been through, she was still highly untrusting towards the woman. She continued to blabber on about the future of this "pack," for she assumed that this is what she leading up to, the woman then turned her attention to Vespera, Christ, what more do you want? She wanted to snap her muzzle to the girl and challenge her with her tail raised and snarling fangs.

But she restrained, the white wolf tilted her head and looked at her with her blue orbs and asked if she wanted to come.

Vespera tilted her muzzle up a bit, she kept her muzzle shut at the wind kept some form of sound in her ears, did she really want to go with her? Could she just rely on a stranger to keep the promises that she proposed? She wasn't mentally stable to have another fall out like what happened at Easthollow. As the wind blew, the scents of Easthollow carried into her nose, she moved her head to the direction of the scent and stared at the beyond, she zoomed her focus on the false home that was Easthollow. The exile flared her nose and narrowed her eyes at the direction of her old pack, she swung her head towards the woman with a less scroungy look. "Why the hell not," she shrugged as she straightened her legs and stood at her full height and looked at the woman's sympathetic face with her barren face.