Sex: Female Enia was grateful for running into Ravenna that day. The former Thickets princess felt quite like she would have been miserable going on her own trying to find some meaning in life and perhaps here, in Willow Ridge, her new home of their former allies, she would be able to find that happiness and belonging that she craved. Thus far, she had not bumped heads with anyone, not that she ever had before nor did she expect to when Ravenna had been so welcoming when they met. The young Athesila did her best to navigate the Willows and found that she liked the freeness that the territory offered. While the thickets had their own benefits, it could sometimes feel a little stuffy and she often found herself going for a stroll in a nearby meadow. Here, no such necessity was needed. Lately, the dark girl had busied herself with border patrols, acknowleding that Ravenna and another female within the pack were quite heavy with the scent her mother had carried before Enia had become a big sister - meaning that there were children coming. Not wanting to be a bother, the young girl did her best to perform her duties and stay out of the way. |
Like Enia, Chiron had been keeping himself busy and staying out of the way. He wasn't sure how to feel about this new pack, and although he was happy that finally his father no longer seemed agitated and grumpy, they no longer had the space they once had and Chiron's desire to practice his skills had diminished. He could usually be found on the outskirts of the border, tracking a scent until it disappeared and looking out beyond the border expecting something--anything--to happen. His father had told him joining the Ridge was good for them but he had yet to see the benefit and what was worse, he had yet to make a solid friend. He was at the center of the land today, his growing build looked similar to a bear rug as he watched the singing birds chirp by and allowed--surprisingly--the jittery squirrels to pass by. He didn't feel like doing much of anything today and hoped that the day would end soon so that he could close his eyes and shut out the rest of the world. Nearby he heard rustling and turned in the direction of the sound, nearby was a wolf nearly his size with the faintest of colors that looked black and white but he didn't move, instead he lowered his head on his paws and closed his eyes, wondering if the wolf would notice him sitting there at all.
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It had been a little over a month since her father’s death and she was still struggling. She still wasn’t as bright, as cheerful, as enthusiastic as she once had been. Her sadness was no longer a heavy weight in her chest, weighing her down with every step, but rather it was replaced with a distinct nothingness. She wandered alone most of the time, scouting the borders and the lands just beyond. She never ventured too far, but the silence was welcomed to her.
In fact, she was on her way to the borders at that moment when she came between the forms of two other wolves. She paused, honeyed-amber gaze taking them in. They were both new. Well, the dark one was new-ish. She’d been around a couple of months but the girl had never gotten around to formally meeting her. The other, perhaps a few weeks. Adeltra fit just between their builds, the dark girl a petite small and the other hulking in size. The ladder fit in well with the rest of the pack, who seemed to tower above the world, but Addy and the peppered girl were left to sit in their shadows.
The Archer didn’t quite know what to do. Wouldn’t it be rude to just keep walking after obviously seeing them? But then again, was she really up to the interaction? A small sigh escaped her as she thought before eyeing both of them, ”This a good place to take a nap?” she asked. Her voice was soft, not patronizing despite how her words could have been taken. It also lacked a distinct curiosity that they should have help, simply monotone. She was going through the motions.
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| Her nose picked up on them before her eyes did. They had the distinct marking of Willow Ridge on them, appeasing her mind about the unknown. The Athesila had no thoughts in her mind about her pack mates having anything against her nor being in any sort of bad mood. Ania believed that everyone was inherently good. She was quick to turn in the direction of the others, curious as to who they were. The small girl offered them a small smile, her eyebrows shooting up at the other girl's words. Having never been very good with social cues, the dark girl did not pick up on the fact that Adeltra might have very well been joking. Glancing around the area they were in and then back towards the two wolves she happened upon, she spoke, "I think it could be. It's nice lighting...not too bright." She smiled brightly at the two wolves, "I'm Enia Athesila." |