It was oddly fitting that Pendzez would happen upon her first. Indeed, when she had first traveled across the borders of this pack land, she had been intercepted by the white furred male. He had been part of this pack even longer than she had. She lifted her eyes from the water when she heard him, and for a moment despised the way he moved with such ease and comfort through his surroundings. She felt like a trespasser in a stranger's skin, and wondered if she would ever feel as though she truly belonged here again.
But it wasn't the place that had changed. It was her, and she could not exactly pinpoint what it was that had changed. Not only her appearance, but her attitude, her perception - something undefinable, a je nais se quoi. She no longer understood herself, and when she spied the imperfect reflection out of the corner of her eye, she did not know if she wanted to understand this new, warped version of herself.
"Pendzez," she greeted in a tone gone flat and emotionless. She fought to keep a hold on her tongue as she felt him evaluating her and measuring the change in her appearance, the new imperfections and healing scars she had collected. There was a sort of hostility lying in the undercurrent of her energy, but she did not feel that it was inspired by the white male, so she tried to spare her ire. "Everything is just peachy."