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She was quite a distance away when the howl traveled quickly to her ears. She had never been called by Geneva before, and without hesitation she turned herself around and began to run. Her paws moving swiftly through the terrain, her breathing taking a more suited rhythm for her movements. The wolf/husky was swift and graceful. It wasn't too long before she got there, but the moment she noticed how many others were already here she felt like she had failed. Her ears rolled back when she slowed a few yards from them, hushing her panting she began to move with much more silence and stealth now that she began to approach the crowd. She had attempted to find a more secluded spot, slightly outside of being within the crowd. Once she found this spot her eyes danced to every face, familiar and unfamiliar...but the scents, those were always familiar. Now she was able to place all the new scents with faces.
After Geneva spoke, it was Rendall, then Pripyat who had grown like a weed since last she saw and spoke with him. Her tail wagged lightly, after he spoke. Adventure, something she loved and yet, she never ventured into anywhere she felt danger would lurk. Pripyat was brave to have ventured so far from home at his age. The story Xeris shared was dark, and seemed to be so sad. How would she have dealt with something like that? She didn't know, and as quickly as the question came to her mind, it left. Ookami had it even worst in his eyes. He had no one to love him. In a way, she related to it. Their stories different, but so alike. She missed her father so much, but knew there was no going back. It seemed Ookami had gain nothing..or at least he didn't say anything about gaining anything. Perhaps, he didn't feel they were friends? She had thought they were friends, but perhaps she was wrong. Her attention was then brought to Addison, a female that held Adonia's curiosity but she would never step up to greet the female. Her story seemed to have a little more chipper to it. Her tail wagged glad that despite it all she still had a 'family'.
Noah seemed to stay quiet, and looked as though he wished to be passed by. It was sad to her, but perhaps he was just tired of stuttering. Surely, it had to be frustrating to him. Tala had a very dark history just like Xeris' and she wondered if they were siblings, or perhaps from the packs that had a civil war. The thought was something worth playing with but she wouldn't ask outright, just wonder about it. Davyn perked her interest when he spoke of one of the countries within Europe. Again it made her think of her father, a male she missed terribly. However, as quickly as he said Ireland, her eyes widened about the fact he was kicked out after his parents were slaughtered. His last words made her ears perk and then she looked to Tala. She knew that Noah had been spending more time around her, and it made her wonder what made her different? Was it how she looked? Or how she talked? It bothered her that Noah was no longer interested in being around her, but that was fine. She could remain in the shadows of Phoenix Valley. It was where she dwelled best.
It was after her thoughts that she realized the silence and her ears perked then fell back as her eyes looked around to them. She had hoped she could be excused from it, however, she didn't want to feel like a flake. Lowering her gaze she refused to look up as she spoke fearing their reaction. "..I..I came to Novia Scotia from Europe..and was alone...I found Phoenix Valley by accident..and I gained a home.." She kept it vague not wanting to be so opened about her disasters as they most were. She had lost family just as they had, but in a different way. They were all alive..no one had died. Her trauma was mostly emotional and physical, however, despite her troubled past, she had indeed found a home, and it seemed that some of them would be willing to save her. Still she felt as though if she left, or if she died, it wouldn't make a difference in this world. Perhaps others would be more happier if she wasn't around...
Her gaze looked for the next canine to speak, so that all eyes and ears would be off of her.