Stone Circle and it's alright, everybody's on their own

set right after this

really she feels her mind should be much more focused on the fact that a wolf from another pack had had the audacity to simply stroll across their borders with the bloody intentions of stealing a pup! and not only that, for not a shadow of fear had crossed the ivory witch's scintillating look of pure insatiable hunger when it latched upon both her and west upon their arrival. and yet, the way in which that ruffled her did not rule as domineering a hand within her mindset as did this odd prickling feeling to envelop her as she made her way towards the earth touched boy. in reality, polaris had fallen victim to being shy, and this was something the dove had never had to play around with before and certainly was not a fan of. for the opinionated girl had always been gifted with the ability to do whatever she wished without fears as to what others would think of her as a result, if they'd disagreed with her she'd simply feel put out by them rather than believing herself to be incorrect. in fact, dove did not really suit her as an adjective at all, parrot would've fit the brazenly ostentatious, raucous being she could be much better.

it is all a little odd though and she curses herself for letting it reach such a state as paws slap the earth with what feels like the clumsiest progression forth as she nears. since when was walking such a difficult feat to pull off? and as she reached him, a short " @West Tyree !" sprung with way too much vigour from her jaws as she drew to a hasty still. well shit, what now? ears would lean back a little, feathery tail flicking curtly at her heels as a frown pressed tight to her features. not only had she left him, and the entire pack at that, without so much as a word before disappearing for weeks..since she'd returned...well she hadn't sought him out. she frankly just hadn't known what she'd say to him, quite like what was happening at this very moment and, there'd been a stinking sliver of cowardice there too. fear that he'd regard her with contempt for her antics, and more than that, that in the dejected state she'd fallen victim to over the last while she'd let him. how could she live with herself knowing that he'd see her like that? and that she'd have to know she would've let her only friend walk away without so much as trying to stop him, and therefore becoming the exact worthless wretch he would've deemed her as. 

but it's not like she could've just wandered off after seeing him for the first time in over a month without so much as a hello, she didn't want to either! dammit she missed him! even if she despised the way that made her heart hit so hard against her chest that she was quite certain it would only take an unannounced leaf bumping off her paw to land her a few metres into the sky like a startled rabbit. swallowing against the scratchiness of her throat, she'd release quite the unintentionally somber "hey"