Hope you don't mind me grabbing this, kinda croaked in our last thread. D: Faolin had been the first that young Rachias had come across in her return to the lands, the first that she'd had to explain the whole situation to. She was now a part of the Pack of White Supremacy, living with her father and his pack, which had been something, it seemed, that had come, or would come, as a surprise to everyone. The tan and white girl could have easily left and gone back 127.0.0.1 after having explained to Faolin, to leave her to break the news to the rest, but there was something else that had kept her lingering. Arkham and herself had formed a strong bond, much stronger than she'd felt anywhere else, and that bond had been sealed the day that he saved her in the ocean so long ago. She couldn't just go back to the pack without finding him and telling him what was going on face to face. That was the reason that Rachias still slunk through the lands, poking around here and there as she went, searching for some trace of her brother. He'd been staying at the house from what she knew, though she hoped that he wasn't there currently. The last thing she wanted was a run in with Gabriel, who she could only imagine would be very angry at the prospect of his young sister leaving the Land of Wuffluvers to go and stay with her father. It was the choice that she'd made though. Why should she have to stick around when her own mother had up and left without a word? At least she had come to try and explain. Crossing the cold sands in silence, Rachias froze in her tracks as a sudden scent lifted to her nose. Blue eyes wide, she turned her head in search, wondering if he was as near as he seemed to be. She spotted him then, Andre, only a few feet in the distance. Surely he would take notice of her if she turned and tried to hurry away, she didn't quite want to deal with him at the moment, so instead she merely stood, dropping her nose to the ground and doing her best to look inconspicuous. |