Ouroboros Spine ❁ For years and years,

Finally, a woman had come to answer the she-wolf's calls.

She was a storm of tans and reds, like hot winds along the Namib desert. She was short in stature like Centri, but quite noticeably made up for it by the muscle that rippled through her frame. In this light, the young woman had assumed them to be a warrior of some sorts -- a guardian that trailed the boarders of their pack for everyone's safety. Yet to Tri's relief, they seemed friendly.

A soft smile had returned to her once worried wilted features, and a tail would sway behind her haunches "It is nice to meet you, miss. My name is Centri." she'd say, looking around once more at the lands she called Moonglow in awe and curiosity. Trying to stay in the realm of respectfulness, however, her full attention would fall back on the warrioress. "I hope my presence does not disturb your people. I only wish for a place to call my own," She confesses.

"--and in turn, a possible mentor..."