Midnight Plateau come what may

But her steps had been too quick and in a leap from one section of a bouldery region to another she slipped, her claws failing to catch on the rock and she fell awkwardly, bumping her chin and biting her tongue as she did so, falling to the side while her left forepaw became wedged between two rocks. She hissed and swore vehemently, directing her frustration and anger at the rock which had failed to be within reach during her leap. She gathered herself and repositioned herself so that she could remove her paw from the wedge and sat down to inspect the damage.

It was quite sore, but not broken. Likely, the bones were bruised and it would swell up, but the only surface wound was a rough looking scrape. "What a piece of quartz," She groaned, putting weight on the foot only to feel tremors run up her leg. "A real effin' piece of quartz," She muttered, and deciding to take her time and amble down the mountainside on three legs looking like a very angry tripod.

The meeting had already begun by the time the somewhat sour and frustrated looking cinnamon she-wolf arrived and she joined the group with her ears flattened with shame and her tail tucked, wishing that no one would look at her. She placed her left paw hesitantly on the ground, trying to make it look just like her right paw, though without being able to put weight on it and the fact that it had already begun to swell up kept her from doing so. She would have sat beside Weldering- had he not been talking. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, she refused to make eye contact with anyone in the group and was happy to go unnoticed until she was addressed. Until then, she fumed silently, cursing her luck and hoping that no one made any sort of a fuss over her lateness or her bummed paw.[/dohtml]

O O C | derp.

Stoic. Silent. Solemn. As he sat at Alexander’s side, Borden attempted to make himself appear as though he was a wolf of only so many words by simply resting there. Not a word had been uttered since he thanked the alpha, but his eyes darted from one pack member to another before Weldering’s voice called out to him once more. He glanced to the black-socked male and smiled appreciatively. The warm expression remained for only a brief moment before the Lyall’s somber expression washed it away.

He was trying to read all of them, study them, learn more of them just by watching. Their names were exchanged and he nodded to each of them in a welcoming manner – Weldering, Jayse, Adonia… Atiris. Each one of them had shown up promptly; he was sure Alexander was proud. His pack was resourceful – each had mentioned they excelled at hunting, scouting, even fishing.... Perfect. They would absolutely survive the last few weeks of winter then.

Offering his name just like they all had probably would have been too redundant. These wolves had been recruited by him; all except Adonia, another white wolf for his list of acquaintances. He gave her a kind smile as she stated it was nice to meet them all. ”We’re pleased to have you, Adonia,” he welcomed her. ”I’m Borden Lyall.” He had debated whether or not to add his last name, but it rolled off his tongue, formal and polite in tone.

When he was through, he glanced to Alexander once more as though expecting the leader to say something more. The light breeze and her careful selection of a perch to spy from had done well to conceal Vlarindara from them – or, at least, just Borden. Who knew what would have, could have, happened if he ever realized she was here?