The creamy white female had her hands full - from trying to bring the pack together now that there were much less of them - Krystalle and Mars had left, much to her regret, due to the rampant murderer - to making sure that the pack had enough foodstuffs to eat to trying to trade with the other packs, she had her hands full. She wasn't sure that many people wanted to join because they weren't artistic; she had some ideas floating around in her head about what to do about it, but now wasn't the time.
Leaving her newly born pups to sleep in the makeshift crib she had made them and hoping Bangle wouldn't get them into trouble, she stretched and walked outside. Just in time, too - she heard a weak, shaky howl coming from near the borders; she knew it was Micah's; the tone and force of it was unmistakeable. She walked towards the sound and eventually found herself face to face with Micah and another stranger.
He looked normal enough, although near him was a strange creature - a white snake. Skye tried not to let that bother her; it seemed well-behaved, and Micah, although nervous, didn't seem afraid of it either. She looked at the man. "Hello, sir," she said. "I am Skye Collins, leader of Cercatori d'Arte. Are you here to join our family?"
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