Thoughts are like burning stars and ideasWhisper CavernsThey flood and stretch the universeThe silver second-in-command, which was a very strange title she was still trying to come to terms with, had been trying to determine what she was going to do as a course of action. It had more or less been decided already that she would be doing a little hunting toward the end of her patrol, as they seemed to have an ever growing amount of mouths to feed and she wanted her new family to be well feed as often as possible. It was only left to be decided where she would go to make this excursion, for she knew that different areas of the huge meadow that threaded to swallow the section of the mountain whole provided different prey. Would she feel like rabbit that day, or perhaps even quail?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the scent of another wolf, a wolf not of Whisper Caverns, coming closer to her. Already she wanted to bow herself as she was used to doing in the presence of other wolves, but now that she had acquired her new position she knew she shouldn’t be doing that. Instead, she raised herself higher, her posture straightening and her tail curling. She didn’t have the air of a leader, but it was quite obvious that she wasn’t a measly subordinate anymore. The position made her feel…strange to say the least. Namid had never been hugely confident, but she was getting there bit by bit. After a moment the she-wolf of pale coloring somewhat like her own, but with an earthier appearance showed up. She was only slightly shorter than Namid, who was already on the shorter side of a medium sized wolf, and it automatically came to the Star Dancers attention that the lone girl went to a submissive stance. It made her shift in discomfort at the situation, a small frown curling onto her maw. Assessing the situation, she easily deemed it unthreatening and then proceeded to handle it.
“Hello, Cessair. I am Namid Macieo, second-in-command and teacher of Whisper Caverns. Please, you need not look so low in front of me. I will not bite,” She introduced, giving a wink and a warm smile that was obviously from a she-wolf of kind nature. Namid didn’t want to scare Cessair, as she knew that being a lone wolf was scary enough at times. At the moment, her focuses grew on getting the timid looking woman to join their ranks and into safety. “I believe you have come to the right place if you are thinking of joining a pack. I myself was like you not long ago, and I knew not of being in a pack to make matters worse. However Miss. Narimé and Sir. Ash took me in anyways and have been very kind. We are all very friendly here, do not you worry. Do you have any questions, perhaps?” She inquired, tilting her cranium at the side. Her mismatched gaze held only interest and a gentle nature, hoping to persuade the woman to join her.