Jade Fern Grove everybody waddles in the duck parade.
All Welcome  November 09, 2019, 07:47 PM
Eshe
Lone Wolves

There were tears in Eshe's eyes as she slowed to a stop near the edge of the grove--tears that had no right to be there. She'd known it was a long shot that Breccan would be at the Hollow. She'd known he had left their family to find his own path, which would logically suggest he hadn't intended to return to one he'd trodden already. Still, that moment she'd accepted that none of the scents near Lost Creek Hollow were his had been terrible. She'd never felt so scared before. So hopeless. So (ironically) lost.

She had fled. It was stupid to do so. She could've approached the pack and asked about him. She had smelled Tiarnach there. But Eshe hadn't wanted to embarrass herself with how hard she was taking it. Her mother had been so against this whole expedition--so negative, so... So right.

The young Frostfur crumpled into the ferns. Like herself, their edges were rimmed with white from the early morning chill. It would've been surprising to find them still so alive like this had she been less wrapped up in her own misery, but y'know, semi-realism.
Yesterday, 05:25 AM
Sarah
Lost Creek Hollow
Kindred
Ever since running into Ibis and learning about her intentions, which the narrator will remain vague about, Sarah had been thinking. And it was not the usual indifferent toying with various scenarios, where she died and wondered idly, whether anyone would care. No. Something during the conversation with her niece had moved, shifted and changed inside her mind. An ember had begun to glow under the cold ashes of her soul's hearth. There was a job before her and it needed to be done.

Yet, out of loyalty and past affection to Terance, Sarah had left the forming pack without giving any promise. She needed time to think things through, but somehow she had a feeling that she knew, what had to be done. The rest was just getting used to that thought. So - when she heard the tears and smelled the misery of someone nearby, she jumped at the chance for a distraction and found it in a form of gray-scale adolescent, sleeping in the ferns.

"If you do not wish to be attacked or eaten by effing bastards, I suggest you get up and begin to move," she told the young wolf, nudging the girl's shoulder to wake her.
Yesterday, 09:24 PM
Eshe
Lone Wolves

Eshe was too distracted by her own melancholy to notice someone approaching, so when she was alerted by the sound of the woman's voice, she was too startled to really take any of it in. She jumped to attention, her legs stiff and spine rigid with raised hackles as she spun to face her. She didn't recognize the stranger, even though her nose was trying to tell her there was something familiar about her. They had never met (I'm pretty sure) as Eshe's time in the Hollow had preceded Sarah's (I think), but still, she ought to have recognized the scent.

Which is all the say she didn't. "What do you want?" Eshe snapped, not in the mood to be the polite, good-natured youth her mother had raised her to be. She was upset, and she was pretty sure this girl had said something about eating her and she was so not in the mood.
6 hours ago
Sarah
Lost Creek Hollow
Kindred
Sarah had not met Eshe in person, but she had been lurking in the background of Lost Creek Hollow since December 30, 2018. So, she had preceded the young wolf, but had not had any interest in her, her siblings or her nuclear family, when she had lived with Terance and the rest before. To her this cheeky annoying adolescent was just another bratty, useless peep that did not appreciate a wise advice given out of goodness of her heart.

"From you - nothing," Sarah shook her head. "Someone else might, though," she hinted. "Where is your pack? Why are you here on your own?" she asked.