[/html]They had arrived: each within their own time and with their own ideas: first the mysterious male known to her as Z, who uttered but a single phrase to show he had arrived. Although she was unsure who he was or what his intentions were, he was a good enough fellow so far, and had showed her around the lands. She would have to call upon his knowledge once more in the coming days. She smiled warmly when he arrived, but said nothing. She had to wait only a short while before Skoll arrived, moving like the weary warrior he was and speaking like the poet he fancied himself to be. Kieran was the last to arrive, and said nothing, although his presence alone was reassuring. Them being there was reassurance enough for her. She smiled quietly, mulling over Skoll's words. She wondered if he had practised them since they sounded exponentially appropriate for the situation.
She glanced from one member to the next, noting that although she was the only female in the pack, she still commanded a degree of respect from all of them. From the old pack mate, old warrior and old inhabitant; it was yet another reassurance. "And there will be more poetry in the days to come. Now that we are all here, we can claim these lands as our own. Zexion, would you mind showing us to the edge of the lands? Where the mountain meets the water?" She paused. "Rather than simply claiming all the mountain, we should expand the lands so it encompasses the water, mountain, and a bit of the land around it." She looked from one member to the next, hoping they agreed with her reasoning. They would need diversity if they hoped to survive.
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