Hoshor Plains Don't feed me, I will come back

for @Nephele whenever you have time :) Just lmk if I make any mistakes here and I will edit, relatively new to the whole pack thing

She hadn't spent all that much time acquainting herself with the land, as the large one had told her to do. She didn't want to lose sight nor scent of him, and made her detour speedy and quick before she'd trail after him, albeit, offering some space for once. She didn't want to lose the blessing she'd been given. She had picked up a small bundle she'd stashed within some rocks on the way, fit with the herbs she'd had the time to gather on her travels—it was a pitiful haul, really, but supplies were supplies—and she couldn't exactly be blamed, for a loner had little use of a mountainfull of herbs. They'd go to waste, and she simply loathed waste.

She'd find more anyways, now that she'd grown knowledgeable about the growth patterns where her precious herbaceous plants took root. Precious, precious things, and here she was, offering them up. She wished for a snack in return. 

The man she'd met in the fields had told her to meet his wife, Nephele.

Nephele, Nephele, Nephele. The name played again and again in her mind, for surely if it stopped, the imp would forget. In her haste and in her tunnel vision, she'd played the woman's name so many times she'd begun to forget that of the man who she'd skittered after to get here. Ark-tus? Akratos? Somethin like that. She was sure she'd hear it again, he need not know of her forgetfulness.

Hunger still gnawed at her frame, its grasp was a truly unkind one, distorting her features, dragging skin and fur to meet with the bones concealed within her body. Field mice and rabbits were insufficient, and though she had little room to be picky, rotting carrion wasn't ideal either. She'd banish the thought of hunger from her mind, difficult as it was. 

Be good. be good. be good. First impressions are a big deal, but then again, so many things are a big deal. When everything is a big deal, nothing is a big deal. What was she supposed to do again? Scatter brain. Focus! Nephele. Nephele. Nephele.

How kind of Mr Arksus too, to leave out exactly which wolf was his wife. A pretty one, surely? Most women were pretty. That didn't narrow it down. Shoot.

The wretch would resort to slouching down onto stormy haunches, staring around this serene little homestead of theirs wide-eyed and expectant.

note: set for the 26th

she returned from her first bout of neighborly responsibility with a kick to her step. she was eager to decompress once within the confines of yellowstone and it's rolling plains. there was little concern for the state of her home, as she was confident her husband had managed the internal affairs well on his own without her.

there was a bit of surprise for her to find the addition of two new scents mixed in with the fold as she crossed the invisible boundary of her home. a man, and a woman. since the shadow girl had gone it had been nephele kept with the company of raging testosterone (not that she minded much). she did not include bard into that bracket though. he was his own entirely separate category.

she made a mental note to seek out the two new recruits before she left again, but as fate would have it, she crossed paths with one sooner than expected. her social battery was running on empty but the viper pushed through to make an effort to greet the greyscale woman just off in the distance.

she let out a chuff once near, absinthe eyes eager to assess the woman and determine if she was a suitable recruit.

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Envy had laid down, pearly forelimbs stretched out to rest on the dry ground. One teased circles into the easily-disturbed soil, shifting it around in an idle pattern. Her jaws would part in a breif yawn, tongue rolling across sharp little canines before she'd cloak them once more behind deceivingly soft features. Boredom fell plain across her face—a mind not stimulated beyond that which she sought out for herself. 

The approach of a white-faced woman spurred the wretch to her feet however, as her mind drew the conclusion that this figure of white and silver must be the alpha female. She looked pristine enough, with a snaking form that slithered over to Envy's own company.

Oh! You are miss Nephele yes? She crooned, abruptly scurrying to her feet and trotting to meet her halfway—invading her space without a second thought put to it. She wished to memorize her scent, her features, commit her to memory, for she was the authority Envy would be subject to. It was important to know what made her tick, and what garnered her approval.

First impressions mattered, after all.

Met your husband in the forest over.... She'd pause to look for a direction, head flipping from side to side. ...Somewhere that way—Doesn't matter! He said to meet you next, but you have been away. You are back for a time? I am Envy.

and then the wretch would smile, a toothy, appeasing grin cast the way of the viper-woman. Envy felt this may be a challenge, to gain favour here. She could do it. She was smart, too.

the woman was a small, slender thing, no bigger than nephele herself when sized up. she was pretty enough, though a bit boney for the viper's liking. they would need to fill her out in the coming months, get some meat on her bones to make her appear visibly more fit than what she was now.

"that's me," she responded to the eager question, a curious glance given to the girl as she circled about. she made no move to remove herself from the woman's sudden invasion of her personal bubble, though did offer up a tired yawn.

"mm, yeah, for a bit. been out making nice with the neighbors," she revealed with a roll of her shoulders, a glance given in the direction where envy had pointed off towards. "so what made you want to join yellowstone? or did my husband smooth talk you into joining," she asked with a half laugh out of her own amusement. she couldn't imagine arktos smooth talking anything, he was far too gritty and wrangler-like for the sort.

She eventually began to mirror the womans movements, sitting back onto her haunches in a far less energetic manner. Prim and proper, she would be; though the twitching of her tail and the flex of her nails into the dirt stood as a testament to her inability to remain as so.

S'pose he did, a bit. Offered me to stay, if I could keep up my end of the bargain. Other places were less... receptive to me, so this seemed like a nicer prospect. Envy shrugs casually, wrapping her tail around herself.

Pretty place. Nice meal options.. Others. It wasn't a terribly hard decision for me. She pauses and strides forward. N' I get to do the things I like.. Would, get to do the things I like, but everyone around here has been terribly un-maimed as of late. Not that I'd like them to be... She pauses and narrows her eyes obviously. But I do like the job. I'm quite good at it, I hope you'll find. She grins and leans into a bow.

Ego, tucked on the tip of a soft-toned tongue.

How did meeting the neighbours go? Anybody to keep eyes on? Any enemies we've made? She posed the silent question. She wouldn't entirely be upset if things had gone south.