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OOC: First time using a table, hell yeah!
Ciara had been nervously sniffing the two wolves from a distance, trying to gather their scents. The male smelled more strongly of New Dawn than the puppy did, but she knew they’d both been pack before her. As the scarred, snowy male broke into a smile, the young wolfess relaxed visibly. She matched Shandom’s neutral posture, moving forward at the invitation to sniff and prod at him gently with her nose. Her subtly coloured fur brushed in against the male’s alabaster as she nudged her nose to his neck, then she stepped back, smiling just as happily as he.
While her paws were a little muddy and she was rather skinny from months of being on her own and eating rodents, Ciara was still quite beautiful for her age. Her body was slender, athletic and showed the promise of being strong as she got older. The thick pelt that covered her body was multi-faceted, calico almost with a mixture of black, tan and white. The tan circled her eyes and highlighted the brown-gold mixture that almost came off as orange, and her ears were black-rimmed and caramel. Her chest and belly were a full white, with one small splotch on her chest that had a mixture of black and tawny colouring. Luckily, she wasn’t pompous in the knowledge of her youthful looks; rather it made her shyer than anything.
“I’m Ciara,” she said, grinning and giving a friendly lick of her pink tongue across Shandom’s cheek. She noticed the scar going across his face but kept her eyes trained away from it, not wanting to pry into the history of the mark. Her head then dipped down to sniff at the puppy at his side, checking out just who this Holly was for herself. When the pup yelled, she jumped a bit, not used to the loud noise before giving a soft yip of laughter and dipping her head to lick over the pup’s ears. She could tell the little one was impatient, wanting to play, even before Holly mentioned it.
Scuffling back a little, Ciara thrust her front paws out in front of her and bowed to Holly, her tail wagging so fiercely that her small body wiggled from side to side. “Alright then, let’s play!” She exclaimed happily, excited at the notion of doing something for the pure fun of it. She couldn’t remember the last time that had happened, and honestly, didn’t know if she’d ever played before. When Holly turned towards Shandom impatiently, Ciara darted forward and bumped her nose to the little pup’s side before scuffing back against the snow to bow again, a foot or so away from her.
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