Wapun Meadow I will take this, thank you

easthollow. saarthal tucked the name in the warm confines of her mind and tugged lightly at the wispy flickers of alarian and now, valette, near, to connect them to the pack via webs of lines. valette proceeded to extend an invitation and aaarth was struck by the sheer ease with which she offered a place - a suspicion crawled to the forefront of her mind and she wondered if their pack were short on numbers but...that thought was neither here nor there, not anymore, not in the midst of the season she loved the most. 

"i'd love to join," the roman said, momentarily quiet and subdued, "but...don't you want to know if i've got any skills first?" her lip quirked upward into a lopsided smile as she regarded valette, amusement flickering through the depths of her molten gaze. it was light, teasing and harmless but a bitter truth resided in their pits - saarth wondered if she was fit to join a pack, if she was worthy...