OOC herpderp.
Nothing particularly exciting had previously that day to stimulate Euphoria to do none other than what she had been doing for the majority of her time within the pack which was patrolling the borders and what not. The howl had quickly edged a sharp reaction from her mount’s ears, but a stem of concern had sprouted from the girl, questioning of the purpose of the call and with a few subtle clicks of her tongue she has sent the stallion spinning on his haunches and powering off in the direction the call had came.
It wasn’t long before she had reached the entrance of the building and she slowed her steed down to a trot as she approached, his gait of a high and extravagant carriage as always around unfamiliars, especially more so to the purpose of such a gathering of them. Between her approach and arrival there was only a few seconds in which the girl could recognise some of the pack members before she gently clunked her feet onto the ground, caressing her equine’s darkly veiled forehead gently for his obedience then ordering him away from the group quietly for she just wouldn’t risk his unpredictable behaviour around others. With a quick glance over every canine there, she drew her attention to the Aquila, cold orbs hovering over him in need of some answers.
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