Seaside Moors The world keeps twisting – still it’s twisting without an end in sight

@Wintersbane
Backdated to 10/7/2020

Grímnismál was keen on watching new wolves enter. She was always a cautious wolf, and felt safe near Erzulie, and a bit with Raleska and pups.. But otherwise she was wary of the Alpha, and the wife of the golden woman. Now, she was also very so with the large bear-man and the smaller muscular man- both men, both muscular, just size varied.

Normally the girl would keep to her tree- it wasn't a den of sorts, she would just lean against it and brace as the rain drizzled. Her focus was usually the hole beneath the tree, to which the reaper shuffled her plants into so. There was also yet, another hole she kept, which was where the spiders she herded were kept. The girl with her bloody-gaze, was gazing down at the dozens she picked up. It was smart to keep away from the tree, or else they'd also climb away.