02-25-2012, 02:48 PM
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[/html]Once she sat down, she realized she had interrupted an ongoing conversation. She heard the grey coyote say that it was nice to meet the other coyote, who he called Carrion. The grey wolf introduced himself as Aemon. Wraith tried to commit the names to memory since she knew it was important to know her clanmates. She didn't recognize either of them, which either meant that they didn't hang around the caves where she lived or they were new. Neither of them smelled too new, so she supposed they just never crossed paths yet.[/html]
The black wolf, Carrion, asked for her name. Her reply was quick and chipper: "Wraith Creed! It's nice to meet you, um, Carrion and -- Aemon," she replied, glancing from one coyote to the next. She noticed that as she was speaking, the black coyote began rifling through his bag. He found something, but then threw it over the side of the roof. She opened her mouth to shout at him and tell him he shouldn't throw things of rooves of buildings, but quickly closed her mouth. She wasn't sure what he had thrown anyways and now she wanted to know what he was doing.
"Whatcha got there?" she asked. She leaned over, still clutching the dormer of the house, but re-distributing her balance a bit so that she could examine his bag. [html]