09-20-2011, 01:49 AM
ooc: Fourth den is fine 
Do they have anything in them or should I plan on adding things and getting/making furniture from somewhere?
At the older white wolf’s welcoming statement of acceptance, Nascha felt like she would burst with joy; her tail wagged freely belying her elation and she did not try to stay its wiggling. The young blue-eyed wolf would finally be a part of an unrelated family; a family who would be more accepting of her and her oddities then her last unfriendly home.
“Of course I would be willing to share the Rite of Agares and become a canine of Anathema!” She probably would have been willing to do anything the white wolf asked of her if the task would allow her to join a pack. Being cut a tiny bit on a paw did not seem all that bad. Eagerly, the black gangly wolf all but bounced forward towards the shifted female and nearly tripped over her own paws. She barely managed to regain her balance and right herself. Her near accident did not stop her for long as she sat and held a paw up for the ceremonial knife’s cut. This morning, Nascha had been a traveler without a place the young wolf could willingly call home. Tonight she would finally have a home and proudly be a wolf of the Anathema pack.
Do they have anything in them or should I plan on adding things and getting/making furniture from somewhere?At the older white wolf’s welcoming statement of acceptance, Nascha felt like she would burst with joy; her tail wagged freely belying her elation and she did not try to stay its wiggling. The young blue-eyed wolf would finally be a part of an unrelated family; a family who would be more accepting of her and her oddities then her last unfriendly home.
“Of course I would be willing to share the Rite of Agares and become a canine of Anathema!” She probably would have been willing to do anything the white wolf asked of her if the task would allow her to join a pack. Being cut a tiny bit on a paw did not seem all that bad. Eagerly, the black gangly wolf all but bounced forward towards the shifted female and nearly tripped over her own paws. She barely managed to regain her balance and right herself. Her near accident did not stop her for long as she sat and held a paw up for the ceremonial knife’s cut. This morning, Nascha had been a traveler without a place the young wolf could willingly call home. Tonight she would finally have a home and proudly be a wolf of the Anathema pack.