At the densest section of the forest, there is a brief clearing where a steady flow of water streams down the slippery stone staircase. The water here is cool and refreshing. Staircase Falls has been rumoured to be the place where reality is met by magic; where peaceful spirits dwell. They are rumoured to have healing powers that are used to help the desperately hurt, though no one has experienced this, except for, perhaps, Kaive.

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She had made up her mind as soon as the older stranger spoke; she stepped out of the shadows, both eyes narrowed as she searched the surrounding area for any immediate danger. She found none, so she sat not far at all from the other's observing silently.

The pup was sassy; Tryst couldn't decide what she thought of that. Probably some spoilt little princess with no grip on reality. As she spoke the dark teen flicked one ear: Mother killed? Well then, maybe she had misjudged the younger girl. Her life wasn't completely sheltered then.

The older femme seemed quite sweet and cheerful, though Tryst didn't exactly trust someone based on a few words: Facades were all too easy. Still, she kept her face stoic.

"I'm Tryst.

That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. Sure, her name wasn't fancy or anything but apparently wolves needed names, so it worked. Quite frankly, she couldn't care what she was called. It was all just words.

She raised her own dark hues to that of the oldest ess, searching her gaze with mistrust. She could say she didn't mean any harm, that didn't necessarily mean she meant it. She could tell a rabbit she didn't mean any harm either; that didn't mean she wasn't going to rip it's head off as soon as she got close. Tryst had found that nearly everybody had some hidden agenda, whether it circled their brain or their sub-conscious.

The femme frowned however; what was she supposed to do now exactly? The holes in her memory didn't offer much advice, instead only handed her confusion. This was her main problem with her memory loss: She couldn't remember how to handle most situations. Instead, Tryst decided to wing it.


||Tryst||Female||Teen ||Pupless||Packless||Mateless||PixieEclipse||

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