07-29-2021, 10:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-29-2021, 10:14 PM by Tavra. Edited 1 time in total.)
Maybe @Flynn?
There was something soothing about the sound of rainfall. Katavra, pausing between the exposed roots of a proud oak, settled herself against its bark to listen as the droplets fell heavy on the canopy above. It was a downpour out there, and she was glad for the shelter of the forest.
Her time among the wolves of Elkshire was just beginning, though she was yet to meet anyone beyond Célnes and the brute from before. The young Mayfair didn't go out of her way to track them down, either, for her priority was to discover the lay of land. Pack-mates were not important, not right now.
She lifted her tall ears to the sound of rustling foliage close, but dismissed it as one of the "sacred" deer rummaging nearby. Shifting, Tavra chose to ignore it. She set about preening the silken white furs of her chest instead, plucking free a couple of knots and thorns, before she smoothed the worried strands with a careful tongue.
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