Skye had just gotten finished getting Sparrow ready to getting in the pack, and had just gotten back to fetch her knife - she had dropped it somewhere around the borders and needed to find it before morning, or else someone else would. She found it quickly - the blade gleamed in the gibbous moon, and she paused a while before wiping it with her shirt and putting it in the pocket of her short pants. She was about to head back to Thornbury for the night when she saw them - two dark forms, one holding another. She neared them - they were close to the borders - and saw that it was an older male wolf holding a younger pup.
She had never seen something like that before, and wondered with chagrin why so many newcomers were showing up while she was there, and Shaw was gone. She had been glad to see Sparrow, however, and the new influx of people joining was more than welcome. She was glad for the distraction, and walked closer to the strange pair on the borders of her pack.
"Hello," she said. "I'm Skye Collins, co-leader of Cercatori d'Arte. How may I help you?"
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