bend, break.

Dresden had unknowingly found herself on a similar road. She had come, step for step, behind another traveler from a similar place. She'd come, seeking similar things. She'd come, with the same thoughts most carried: fresh start, new home, new faces, new opportunity. An immigrant, a refugee in a strange land. She'd need a pack, she'd need the support. She was not foolish. She had little care for social needs, but it was a necessity. In coming upon the borders of this pack's land, she'd spot the traveler she had unwittingly followed. She'd seen something familiar in the younger stranger, and with an eased stride, began to devour the inches in between. "a fellow stranger, i presume?" she was not unkind -- it seemed wrong to be cruel, seemed far too unruly. she'd withheld the sharpness of her tongue, and instead, regarded the girl kindly. she was alone, like dresden. and that alone, meant some tact would have to be shown. compassion, and mercy were things to be practiced. and so, she would. her approach to the girl had been complete, and she'd fallen still. her attention however, was stolen from anemone: the sharpness of the hybrid's bark caught her. dresden's eyes snapped in the direction of the call, seeking out the one who'd come to greet them.