bend, break.

joining!

anemone had kept a relatively decent distance from the border. she was not so foolish as to make the mistake of being banished before she could earn her keep. but the voice of another distracted her. the gunmetal woman, who was not purely that hue, found her head turning and her bright eyes lingering on the lovely countenance of dresden. she had seen the woman in passing, and had thought she might be being followed; but, truth be told, anemone had then no interest in keeping the company of anyone other than her brothers. they were her friends, her pack. it was strange to think that she might run with anyone else... but these were measures that needed to be taken. so, like dresden, she withheld the blades that so frequently were flung from her tongue. yes, the woman responds, and so that she was not short with the woman, she continued, though i presume we will not be strangers for long. she threw dresden a pretty smile, her tail swaying at her hocks, the tip curling and twitching in idle excitement of this new chapter. anemone was no vagrant. she did not wander idly. the naibu had a purpose, a mission. it was to find hawthorne. she had not failed in finding him, but she was a mortal woman and needed to rest her weary head. anemone could easily make a permanent home out of a land so lovely as this, should the leaders be respectable and worthy; she could bring hawthorne here, too, if his desperation had been to get away from wisteria, heston. they were good parents, but were often overbearing. after one of wisteria and heston's children was forced away by some other relative she and her brothers had never met, their freedoms were limited. another sound caused her head to whip in the direction of the source. an ear pivoted atop her head while the other merely leaned forward some. she sought dawa but her eyes had not yet found her, and she licked her chops. anemone peered sidelong at the ivory coated girl, as though to say, they know we are here, before her eyes attentively looked to the land ahead. with no wolf in sight, anemone shifted her weight, humming a confused note. she assumed the proper posture for a lone wolf, and sniffed the earth again to be sure that she was at a proper distance for a further sense of security. and then she waited.