Seaside Moors Kinloch Hold
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Perhaps conjured from the endless shadows knit by the towering woodland to the west, the woman appeared from the darkness with a careless toss of her raven fur, as if shaking the last of the gloom from her coat. Blinking against the gilded onslaught of morning light, Adaia slowed. Slowly, the scents and sounds previously shielded by the forest at her back flooded in. The myriad of pack-scent, the hint of ocean-salt, the tiny shuffles and distant shrieks — suddenly, she felt alive. Not so like the spectre she had imagined herself to be, all those nights spent alone and without hope. The change was startling, and welcomed.
I should stay here — the thought wasn't surprising, yet she felt a spark of shock ripple through her. It felt so strange to want again; unsafe. Yet the wild-furred wolf inched forward, a summoning howl on her lips before she could give it more thought. Adaia had never been a woman to wait around wanting when her prize lay before her.
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A third time, did Grímnismál find herself in a bush, hiding away from a stranger. Once again, did she come back, only to be greeted by a howling wolf. She definitely expected Erzulie to come out anytime soon, as the reaper made no intention of so. A cherry-gaze directly looking at the sea-wolf.

There was a lot of people joining; definitely more people deserving the 'Epsilon' rank then herself, especially the two muscular wolves before this one. She seemed more slim, suited to a sea siren then off coastal warriors.

Why did it feel she was surrounded by pirates.
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Came by be a voice of summoning, beckoning to the sea-bound northerner. Turning from his original path, the bear made way across the land, seeking the caller. Perked ears and a nose pushed up against the breeze, he was not so slow to find her, the bush-dweller yet to be noted. He kept several meters from her, head held high and gaze perplexing, observing before—

“Who are you?” and “What brings you here?” parted from his lips. A curious, lilted tone and expectant eyes trained on her, he awaited her answers before bringing forth any further questions.
Characters are more than welcome to mistake Aningan for a polar bear.
A snowy owl can also be noted hanging around with Aningan, usually in the trees or sky, unless stated otherwise in my posts.