OOC here.
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The last few days had been a whirlwind for Neela and the collie was still trying to figure out what to do.
Seeing Jace had been unexpected, seeing Tony even moreso. It had been hard enough for Neela to actually believe them that they didn't care about her past. Tony had dropped a further bombshell onto her; asking her to join him in his pack.
Much of Neela's thoughts had been centered around that, going over and over in her head about whether or not to join, whether she deserved to join another pack or if she should just stay by herself.
With a sigh Neela pulled herself out of those thoughts and scanned around her environment. Most of the wreckage torn clean from the Meria's deck in the crash had been left where it had landed with only the important items having been gathered up and brought inside. The result was a scene that looked much worse than it was; while the Meria had somehow escaped unharmed for the most part the deep gouge it had dug in the sand and large amount of wood strewn around the beach made it look much worse.
A fire was set up in-front of Neela, built over the ashes of several others. While there was a human settlement close nearby Neela hadn't been over to look at it yet, preferring to stay on the beach by her fire. A hollow had been worn smooth where she had taken to sleeping in Lupus form and a intact barrel had been put into service as seating. Neela was perched on the barrel, staring at the fire and the fish cooking above it.
For a moment, if she closed her eyes and focused on the sand beneath her foot-paws and the strong smell of the fish, Neela could almost imagine she was back down near Mexico, but it was only a brief moment; the collie had given up on such fantasies long ago.
