OOC: Not sure if I can do the points thing? But if I can...5 points.
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Some of the words being spoken made her ears prick up slightly, but overall their speech was just a lot of noise, not making any sense in her mind. It had been so damn long since she’d had a real conversation with anyone, and the last words she’d spoken were to the silver wolf back before she began traveling. There was a small part of her brain that was pulling up the words and their meanings, but she was having an exceedingly hard time forming the sounds on her tongue, so she just stopped trying altogether. What was the point in talking when the others were focused mainly on each other?
When the two toned female turned and spoke to her, Tawny just tilted her head to the side and let the growling drop. It was pretty obvious that the other wolves were not going to hurt her, else it would have happened already, so her defense mechanisms were not needed. As they went back to talking, the little female could feel her stomach rolling and a burning in her throat. Right after she saw the male give her a smile, she whipped around and crouched down, emptying the contents of her stomach onto the ground near the tree she had been leaning against.
There wasn’t much there, just water, stomach acids, and a few little pieces of chewed up mushroom. Her stomach contracted a few times, causing her to stay there dry heaving for a while, feeling like she needed to get rid of more even though there was nothing left. It took a few moments, but she was able to get herself together and back away from the small pile of vomit, turning around and looking up at the other wolves with heavy lidded eyes. She was feeling much better now, no numbness and her dark blue eyes were clear instead of the blurry mess they had been. It was just exhaustion taking over this time. Without knowing what was going on around her, she had traveled much farther than she normally would have done, due to the effects of the mushrooms.
Making a few soft whimpering noises, she approached the others slowly, her tail between her legs and ears pressed back to her head. In a rare show of misguided affection, she walked up to the black and white female and nuzzled her shoulder, kind of a thank-you for making sure she was okay. After that, Tawny ambled over to the male and slid her dark body down to the ground, curling up in a little ball near his hind legs. This was her way of saying thanks and letting the male know that she knew he was of this pack’s lands and that she would trust him enough to help her out. She had nothing to lose but the rabbit skin satchel around her neck, and nobody would want the contents it contained, and her life meant little to nothing in the world she lived in. Why would it mean anything to these new wolves?
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