[ooc] -- i thought you'd be there.
holding daisies, counting stars. -- [bic]
Cercelee found herself wandering again, the pack was all nice and settled, although it hadn’t grown in numbers at all. Still, having a pack was at least an accomplishment, it did not matter if they were the smallest. Even the fact that four wolves alone could not stand as a pack and if they lost even just one member they would be back to square one. That did not bother her so much. Dahlia de Mai. It was a pretty name, the members were nice, even the rank names sounded pleasant. Her home was a nice enough place to be, and individually the members were all nice, but the weird tension between Mew and Colibri bugged the alabaster yearling, and she didn’t really know how to address Hanna or get the older wolf to interact. Cercelee did not care for the formalities that had surfaced between some of them. With only four other members her duties did not weigh her down either. And so for lack of companionship and any real work, Cercelee found herself moving along again, this time towards another beach she had discovered.
Not much time elapsed in loneliness before Cercelee spotted a large white dot in the sand from some distance. Picking up her pace, she knew what that dot was going to be, as she had once been a big white dot as well, and still was if the viewer was far enough away. Coming up, the navy eyes of the female looked the puppy over, not expecting any clues to where the child might have come from, but looking none the less. The sight was kind of cute in a way that all puppy-like curiosity is cute, and a little scary. The smaller wolf hunched over the tide pool, her nose not too far away from what Cercelee guessed was a sea urchin, equipped with potentially painful spikes. Stepping a bit closer and putting a foot out between the pup and the sea creature, Cercelee spoke, friendly but offically.
I wouldn’t get much closer than that, miss, unless you are looking for a sharp spike in your nose.
