she's not alone for long. soon enough, a boy comes into view, approaching from over the hillside -- not alder, but he looks a little like him. they must be related. his calm disposition provides a flood of much needed relief, but now comes the hard part -- how on earth do you join a pack? she'd only ever done the opposite. one hazelnut ear twitches nervously.
hi, nice to meet you, arvid stormborn. the surname goes right over her head. i'm winona. winona nighttaker. i'm looking for northfall?
his eyes linger on her for what feels like forever. is he looking because he thinks she's attractive, or is he looking because he thinks she's ugly? she can't quite tell and it floods her stomach with a fluttering wave of unease. he's certainly not bad looking himself, with his pale pelt of creamy tan hues. after a moment of allowing him his time to ogle her, she returns the stare; letting her gaze, somewhat spitefully, roam wherever it pleases.
i was told northfall might have space for a new member.