Swiftcurrent Creek fragments

the afternoon sun dapples the land with its luminous blood-- as much as it can, as promising clouds roll overhead, promising potential storms. soltero led her to the borders of his pack-- the borders of the creek. the cloaked fae took a few considerate steps behind him-- after what had happened at the woods, she wasn't looking for another fight... not that she thought she'd get into one with one of the members by her side. her ears perked up as the grey man spoke to her, speaking of honesty, the skills she has... honestly was something she, admitedly, used sparingly-- though in her nature, she does whatever she can to get her way. velvet gave him an ernest nod, bearing witness as he raised his head into the sky-- a ghostly howl escaping the column of his throat.