Moonstone Quarry touchdown boy

posting order: odessia, cambria, fleur.

Odessia flinched when Cambria snarled, but she kept her toes gripping the ground. She tried to focus on remembering the intricacies of the little yellow flowers that had become her saving grace, tried to recall all the places she had seen them bloom. She steadied her breath and unclenched her paws. Whatever relationship Cambria had with that bird was a weird one. The bird seemed to hate him—at least on some level—and Odessia watched as it pecked at the back of his head when he tried to apologize.
Her eyes followed as the bird—the bitch, rather—flew up into the sky and circled overhead. It was very, very odd. Then again, nothing about this area seemed normal to Odessia. Back home, any bird who attacked would have been put down in a heartbeat. She knew she would have killed Wyvern if given the chance.
Pretty soon, there was another in their midst. She seemed to appear out of thin air, and Odessia felt like she had just been one-upped in the stealth department. The female looked healthy enough, but it was difficult to tell with how... fluffy she was. She was small—about Odessia's size. Mostly white with some odd facial markings. How had Odessia not noticed her? Maybe she had been further up ahead, or maybe she had caught sight of Odessia when she had doubled-back north. Either way, she gave a not very subtle warning about how close Odessia was to her pack.
"I know. That is why I am over here," Odessia said, using her front paw to point to the ground where she currently stood, plenty of distance away from the marked border.
She gave Cambria a look, then returned her attention to the newcomer.
"What do you call your pack?" she asked.