We'll be flyin' on the G5
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She stayed near the borders, even though she was pack now. She was waiting for Deuce to visit her two boys. But the call rang out, and Nella made her way to the meeting place. The house. An interesting enough place. better than sleeping in a tree. But further from the borders. She'd have to weigh her options.

She eyed the pack nervously. It was a rather large pack, it seemed. She hadn't been part of such a large group since the night they'd burned her mother's body. So many years ago. And yet, here she was, waiting to meet everyone. She gave a tentaitve smile, moving quickly to sit near Lucifer, the only one she knew of the group.

Her irish peasant skirt rustled with her movements. Her top was simple nd homespun, a comfortable affair. It was all good. She enojyed her clothng, honestly. She knew most didn't wear clothes, thought it was strange. but she, who had come from Ireland so long ago, didn't find it strange at all. Bi-colored eyes studied the surrounding pack cautiously, nervously.


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