She has been lost, but well looked after. Clinging to the diet of scavenged items, making up for her lack of know how about hunting. She has kept herself fit and it shows, though always there is the stench of death about her, a result of rolling in her rotting meals. Depravity began to show itself long ago, in her vital attachment to her brother, the likes of which she has not seen in ages. A whimper escapes the young silvery female, her burning yellow eyes are on the ground as she remembers her twin. With a natural silence given to her by her grandmother, Atania moves once more into the crags, where she has repeatedly found broken corpses. Wolf, deer, goat...to her, it was all the same. Life.
She has grown into darker roots while on her hiatus from Diveen, the blood that crashes into Natalya's seeming to give her these abilities. To go onto a type of autopilot in times of need. It was what she was told to try and discover, if she could survive at all without the safety of the pack. Come to find out, she could. She could even survive without her twin, though the separation was killing her. But, rather than being shy and fleeting, she has grown bolder and much fiercer. She came to know her own strengths, and as a result, weaknesses. Today she searches for food, but another type of need presents itself. She hears the howl and rushes to it, her young three year old eyes simply staring at the other male. Her head tilts in question, but she says nothing as she sits expectantly awaiting his explanation for calling out like that.
"talking"
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