Building stronger bonds

[Camila Santiago]

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don't mind if I do!

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While it may have seemed at first glance that Camila wasn't necessarily cut out for the job of building the barn, Camila knew that her jackal ancestry didn't always tell an accurate tale. In fact, it was because she was smaller than most canines around that she found herself building up strength, even back in Spain. Iberian wolves were, on average, smaller than the more common ancestry of Grey wolves, and with the mixed heritage of the smaller jackal, that made for a smaller Spanish fae than the others who had volunteered for the pack-wide event, but Camila was undeterred.

Even if she was a little nervous to meet the rest of the pack, and had never been a fan of such large numbers, the newcomer figured that it would definitely be a good idea to involve herself today, for many reasons. She would be helping the pack in the long run, making an impression on the Alphas, and get to know her packmates. There were definitely more positive than negative reasons to influence her decision, but in it's essence it came down to one simple yet accurate point - what else would she do with her time?

Making her way to where she'd heard the howl radiate from moments earlier, Camila slipped into the clearing, her Optime form standing smaller than the others, making it easy for her to blend in. Today marked the first day that she had left her belt of knives in the Fort, tucked away in a secret place she hoped only she was aware of. As precious as the knives were to her, they would be of little use outside of hunting or fighting. All the same, she still sported her golden bangles, tail cuff, and earrings on her form, loathe to give those up for any purpose other than a defined fight.

Hanging silently a little ways away from the others, Camila pricked her ears to what Anann was saying, craning her head to see the drawings on the table before them. Luckily enough for her, she'd managed to push to the front of the group around the deerskin, and the drawings were simple enough to make plenty of sense. Turning her bi-coloured gaze to see where Anann now gestured to the land around them, Camila was grateful that she'd had the presence of mind to tie her tawny hair back that morning before arriving with a piece of stray string she'd found in the Fort. Of course, some wisps had escaped and now framed her face, but that was both unavoidable and not critical to any matter.

As the group was encouraged to get to work, Camila wasted no time in seeking out a shovel to use, and her keen eyes spotted a pile that looked suspiciously enough like ones for this very purpose. Carefully crossing to pick one up, she balanced the tool in her hand for a moment, weighing it and testing the grip out of pure habit with her knives. While it may have been a human tool, it was certainly small enough for the woman to use well, and Camila made her way over to the first of the stones, beginning to dig with careful gusto. She wouldn't be the first to approach a packmate, although the company was more than welcome.

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