4/7/2025, 3:42 PM
2/5 ranger
The beach was pretty, at least. It stretched in front of her, a barrier around the island, keeping the peace between sea and land. The grains beneath her paws crunched satisfyingly, though she did sink some. She was rather thankful this body was small, it made cruising along the sands much faster than it had been with two legs. Not that the Steren of before had ever been to a beach, but she’d been around mud. And mud was kind of like sand in her eyes.
At the very least, she could probe this area. Her dedicated march across the sand was short lived, though, as she turned around when the gust of words brought her up sharp. Two boys, still gangly with youth, one wearing Tyr’s colors, the other patterned like the sun. Were these two of the eight children? My, she hadn’t guessed how big a wolf child could get.
Good evening.She replied, wishing above all else that she had her glasses still. If only to awkwardly toy with them. It was a strange sort of tension she felt. Like she wanted to make the best impression possible. But she was so tongue tied at the moment, she didn’t think she could say much else.