your magic, white rabbit · Pack Activity

Nerian hadn't made much time for Jalooke, and it was evident, being friends meant you had to meet the wolf more then once.
Nerian missed the old days in her life where she was almost revered by the other wolves and they came to her with their problems allowed her to be a shoulder to cry on. Being here now in this place with these wolves made her feel more alone then ever. They were friendly enough but Verine more then ever showed her she was still just an outsider. Nerian offered an apologetic smile and made herself seem smaller as she walked away.

She glanced over the Thistle Cloud and her faded replaced with a sigh, this was no way to act so Nerian drew a deep breath steeled herself and watched the sacrifices. Part of her was vert glad the rabbits were killed prior to their blood being spilled a tamer version then what she had prepared herself for, the wave of relief she felt did nothing to sooth her soul.

Awkward and out of place Nerian strode up to Ragnar's side with more confidence then her felt pressed her face into his neck and took a quiet place just behind his shoulder opposite of Gyda