[ooc] -- i thought you'd be there.
Welcome!
holding daisies, counting stars. -- [bic]
It was by pure chance that Cercelee stumbled upon the male that day. Normally the year old female did not patrol borders, not many strangers had come to seek them out anyway. If a strange scent did waft her way as rosea she would investigate, but otherwise, once inside the pack Cer rarely visited the borders. There were four other wolves in the pack anyhow and eventually one of them would get bored enough to make the rounds. However Cercelee frequently passed through the borders, as despite the fact she had hungered so greedily for a home and a pack life, she found that her wanderlust was not quite quenched It was returning from one of this wanderings that she came upon him, for he was not far off the invisible path she was accustomed to coming and going from.
Coming up slowly towards him, her posture mostly neutral but with a tinge of dominance, after all, despite the fact she wasn’t one for formalities between pack members, he was a stranger on
her lands. Still, he did not look threatening, and he seemed to be waiting patiently, respectfully, and there was no reason Cercelee saw to be demand him to grovel. Her slim figure wove through the grass and dandelions, her nostrils taking in the scent of the earth and of the stranger. As she came closer Cer paused to look over the male one last time, he seemed young enough and healthy although he seemed fatigued the way Colibri and herself had been only weeks earlier. The rosea spoke in her cool manner, her words floating like a feather off her lips, as she came up and sat herself a few feet from him.
Hello there. Can I help you with something?
