02-13-2009, 01:22 PM
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 For Svara, Overgrowth Sunrise just outside of Dahlia de Mai. Set February 12th.  So this was where the damn woman had come from. Aurèle had not expected to find her scent again, least of all on the borders of a pack. She couldn’t imagine someone utting up with a bitch like that—which was a lot coming from her. In her younger days, Aurèle had been very similar. Except she knew when to keep her mouth shut and whom to respect—and one of those group were elders, for the simple reason that they had experience and clearly had no need to put up with hot-headed children. Now that she was older, Aurèle understood this even further. Shaking her coat out with one swift movement, the green-eyed woman continued along her way, keeping a fair distance from the border. It intrigued her that wolves would take to living in human buildings, but she accounted this to their evolving nature. She herself had grown to hate buildings (now to the point she would not enter them without great need) and remained, in some ways, something like a purist. It didn’t matter, she supposed. Any pack willing to put up with a girl like the one she had met was clearly nowhere she wanted to be. |