(( leaving this a lil vague cause the pack meeting thread hasn’t completely finished ))
It hadn’t taken long for a slew of puppies to tumble out of the vegetation of the mountains, their multicolored furs starkly apparent from the corner of her eye. They had been lurking, sneaky little things, and although it was partly against the rules (for their own safety) to be at the borders—they had been smart and waited for Safira to enter the scene.
Something straight out of one of her books, if she was being honest.
And while, perhaps, Safira had some opinions on the matter of them being there, she merely acknowledged their presence with a smile. Lessons could be taught on a different day and time and certainly not when a stranger was lurking about.
Not to mention, hopefully if anything turned south—they’d be smart enough to run while she took care of any matters at hand. Although three puppies were a lot of hard work; hopefully, it didn’t come to that.
Safira kept her attention trained on the blonde adult, listening as she spoke but keeping a trained eye on the pups who found their way beside her.
The stranger was looking for Damien. Because a wolf named Ruby told her to. She wasn’t exactly sure how Damien or anyone else could help, but she played along for the time being.
She allowed her expression to soften as her head dipped in a nod, acknowledging the woman’s troubles. “Damien is our Chief here at the Northern Realm. May I ask what your pups look like? Or where you’ve last seen them?” She kept a polite manner to her words, keeping her normal personality and sharpness at bay (clearly no one liked that, for obvious reasons). And it wasn’t great to scare off the locals, anyway.
Feb 11, 2019 04:44 PM — Post #10
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