Swiftcurrent Creek that autumn chill · pack meeting [r2 ends 10/04]

Though Yukimi came as quickly as she could manage, the taste of mint and daffodils on her tongue while she experimented another obscure new paste, it seemed she was already late to the party. Many gathered around — all of whom were still strangers. Arric, at least, was somewhat familiar, but the shadow cloak who bore the both the call and a scar across his face was not. Nevertheless, the young woman was as happy as she was nervous to be around those she’d share a home with….still. She wondered who the woman named Arlette was amongst this crowd of wolves.

She sat near the creek amongst the evergrowing crowd, looking curiously around at all the faces she’d soon come to know. Her eyes specifically wandered to the puppies that dutifully followed their mothers like ducklings, and a goofy smile couldn’t help but crack her face. An ear swirled to take in the noise of the group, all the while awaiting the voice of the man who stood before it all.

Was he…the leader? How come she hadn’t seen him until now?