Ouroboros Spine Adrift, Asunder.

Amalia knew the area now, having spend much of her first few months in the pack here. It felt familiar, homey, but it was also a bit misplaced for her. However, she was familiar enough with it taht she could move from one border to the next with little thought.

Amalia saw the girl coming and sighed, deep, bone weary and sad. She wasn't sure if she could continue with a pack that did nothing to curb the girls terrible, attitude. It was one thing if it was deserved, which in a small way it was. However, Amalia had done waht she would have done to any stranger on the border. And she didn't understand why the teenage goth queen couldn't understand it. So dramatic.

Had she been that dramatic, goodness goddess she hoped not. Because if she was, she deserved a sharp slap across the mouth and perhaps hot pepper in her maw.

However, she shifted into position, body loosening and ranging again. The simple fact was Amalia had more pull. She was a good pack mate. She shouldn't be so worried about one little girl and that was what she was a little girl.

She stretched long black body upwards and onwards, digging claws into the branches and the bark. She did give one chuff of greeting, because it was only a kindness, and then bounded forward, brushing fur against trees, digging grooves in the ground. Laying water upon the borders.