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ooc: yay! how is everyone at VA? and how are you? it's great to see you again, psych :3
Judging from the wolfdog's cautious stance and the way she had tiptoed in and out of Cercatori d'Arte's borders cautiously said that she may have been victim of a hostile pack before. Surely not - Inferni?! Skye had remembered her encounter at the coyote clan, remember the horror of seeing those skulls spiked up on sticks around the border. She remembered takling with the jackal, Sepirah Lykoi, as if she was in a daze, still stunned by the so obvious show of violence. If this wolfdog, not knowing of the packs, as Skye hadn't, accidentally wandered too close to or even in Inferni, the results would have no doubt been bad. She wondered if she had; that would explain the skittishness. Skye tried to make her stance less threatening, if it had been threatening to begin with. She doubted it - Skye was a more relaxed leader than some.
So, the wolfdog's name was Bindu Epals! "Nice to meet you, Miss Epals," she said curteously; being a leader didn't give her the right to be rude, she thought. She then noticed the girl eying Jack half-curiously, half-scared, as if he was going to charge her down and run her over. Skye couldn't help but think back to when he had almost run down Conor Soul - the leader of Dahlia de Mai! She could have spanked the silly horse there and then, but she didn't think it would do much good.
"Don't worry," she assured the girl. "Jack is really a softie." She began to walk back into the flower field, the wonderfully soft flowers seeming to pillow her feet. Jack was munching them yet again. She looked back to the girl that had seemed so skittish and decided to soothe her nerves even more; "You can come in, if you'd like."