Sun Mote Copse you always feared god-born achilles

everything in jr rebels against the idea of being friendly, and this hard, sword sharp edge is only honed as the last male joins them. she does not need to hear his words: she can read lips more than proficiently at this point and her hackles, where ghost has perched, bristle beneath the sharp bite of his talons.

sun mote copse had the longest claim here and she wanted so badly to put them in their place.

but that was not their purpose here.

whatever hesitance and want to shy away from being the one doing the talking has been locked away: allowing for her to elude confidence despite her uncertainty and the fact that her first impression of them has already soured and began to rot.

-i am towhee, of sun mote copse,- she signs in ptero, gaze hard; leveled. there was no adding of 'jr', no specification of rank. they did not need to know that she was not a leader and just in training. idly, jr wonders how much meerkat would actually translate: if she would speak it as jr signed it or if she would smooth over her rough edges.

-since you do not see fit to visit us first as the established pack, we came to you.- no, she does not think her bite is exactly what meerkat or njord were looking for, nor tended to lean towards.