I knew in my gut that I would be noticed relatively soon, after all, not many packs took well to a stranger entering their land. I had been outside of Spirane for months, lurking between aplos riverside and the thick forest that surrounded Spirane. It had been six months, and I had yet to step foot into the land until today. My due toned eyes looked out at the land before me, taking in the sights that were well spread out before me. I didn’t know what to expect, who would pop up before me and take notice of my arrival. I was not a young diddy, no. I was nine, I knew how to act around the random alpha, but I had never lived with a pack, I had always been a loner so now, this whole experience was quite new to me. I wasn’t sure how I would feel, but anything must be better than this, right?

Sitting, my long tail puffed up around my legs, the tip twitching slowly as I waited. Nothing announcing me except my scent alone.

A white and grey/black female approached, and I watched her silently as she spoke. A slight chucke came from my lips before I spoke myself. “Well, yes. This is the place I was stolen to, if I remember correctly.” I pause, looking around before looking to the femme infront of me. “I’m Anemone, daughter of Camelot and Laila.” I spoke softly, my dual toned eyes watching her with a veiled interest.

nine - by camelot out of laila - female