Duskfire Glacier cherry lips, crystal skies

about time these two met! Excuse Mae she grew up around adults
, never really had much experience with those of her own age

Suddenly one minute turned into another, just as another added up, leaving the girl to stand and watch in awe as the time simply rolled past her, unknowingly giving the pack's newly welcomed youngster enough time to catch up. If Maera were not as hypnotized by the dancing patterns that moved overhead maybe she would have noticed a figure similar to her own walk directly at her. How long had it been since Maera had seen another wolf of her age?

Since her younger brother's tragic disappearance the rest of her siblings had been plucked from her side, leaving the small red haired Sveijarn to grow up in the midst of adult bodies that came and went with no real attachment. All too busy with their adult lives to stop and wonder what the child was up to. And though she at first found comfort in the solitude by beginning her collection she soon found not even the shiniest treasures could fill the cracks her lost family had left behind.

Still, she wished she could steal away the luminous beings in the sky; she wanted to tuck the moon inside her den and keep the stars stashed in another chamber of the Club. Which now that it was mentioned, did need a little light...

And a better implementation of the rules.
Rule one of fight Girl Club was that you didn't speak of Girl Club..

Sadly, Maera could not say she had heard about the female, once her voice reached her ears and pulled her attention from the lights she turned brusquely as if the female's voice had been charged with electricity. I'm Maera... She barked back as her hazel colored eyes narrowed in curiosity at the girl.