with a graveyard tan carrying a cross

Well if it helps, I didn't either! I haven't really played around with all this platform can do lmao.

The fact that she came from the ocean said a lot too. He only knew of a few of the packs that resided in the Wilds. Despite his penchant for meandering, he had never fully explored all that the terrain beyond them offered. It made sense that there would more than likely be others in existence out there, at least beyond the scant few packs he knew. Her statement left a nagging sensation of how little he knew, but the prompt to discover more would have to wait for another time. Leaving the Spine for too long would not be beneficial in its state.

“I don't. I live in a pack near here, though. We used to live on the mountain just beyond here.” He laid the pieces of the puzzle out, if only so she could piece them together. “Guess you could say that I'm passing through out of sentimental reasons. Are you apart of another pack on the shore?” He ventured the guess, but also hoped that maybe she wasn't. The Spine could have used with new blood in its veins, so to speak. That was if Ptarmigan would allow it. The intricacies of that he did not know.