3/9/2026, 5:13 PM
Citalá tracks the stranger, hiding away. In the shadows and bush she follows with precision, dark coat covered beneath leaf-brush and shadows.
Curiosity is the driving force. The Howff is her pack now. Yet she is tied to Maggie more than any other clanmate. It is with her that she would spend her days aimlessly with, drunk with pleasure even though she fears one day the pale lady will tire of her.
The raven woman pauses in her tracks as the tall wolf calls her out and narrows her brow. Slinking out, Citalá walks tall and clicks her tongue against pearl teeth.
“You- are not Howff,” she declares, tail twitching, oil slick paws making circles around the russet newcomer. There is hidden desire to make her common tongue perfect, to hide frustrations.
Curiosity is the driving force. The Howff is her pack now. Yet she is tied to Maggie more than any other clanmate. It is with her that she would spend her days aimlessly with, drunk with pleasure even though she fears one day the pale lady will tire of her.
The raven woman pauses in her tracks as the tall wolf calls her out and narrows her brow. Slinking out, Citalá walks tall and clicks her tongue against pearl teeth.
“You- are not Howff,” she declares, tail twitching, oil slick paws making circles around the russet newcomer. There is hidden desire to make her common tongue perfect, to hide frustrations.
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speaks ch'orti mayan and common