Stone Circle you shoulda kept your pretty mouth shut

@Valette

the chill had long since grown tired of stroking tenderly at the curves of her figure, trailing little patterns up and down her spine; no it had surpassed all levels of toying with the young tonrar. its cruel, curved claws sank so deep into every inch of her trembling, enervated form and she knew it was just waiting for her to stumble or falter so that it could take permanent claim over her fallen vessel. but no, not today- she'd made it. fluttering restlessly at the pack's borders, polaris paced back and forth a couple of times to ensure that this in fact was easthollow; it had been a while since she'd tasted this scent after all. fangs pricked at charcoal lips, bieyes shifting off track to gaze unseeingly in the vague direction of swiftcurrent whilst her gut writhed apprenhensively as narrowed focus continues to lift until resting on those disgustingly brazen peaks looking down on them all. curling her lip slightly, polaris tore away from their sneering shadows with a tensed jaw. soon, she'd conquer that another day.

for now, this. swishing her feathery tail at her hocks; the young girl inhaled deeply. she'd never done this before despite having experienced life in three very different packs now; but never had she had to request access herself. all she had to do was howl right, slipping a salmon coloured tongue quickly over chapped lips; the dove threw back her head and threw her song free to roam the overcast skies and reach whoever resided within. would they let her stay? she'd met one of the leaders before, clay's dad...if only she could remember his name! letting out a low exhale, she steadied herself. no point in stressing, if they turned her away she'd just....she'd think of something. for now, all she had to do was wait.

and so, forcing her skinny figure to straighten, she did just that.