She is yet still unaccustomed to clan life; it fits her like wolfskin over a sheep's pelt. She keeps her quiet, lets her cold eyes and scarred flesh ward away those who might question her. She sleeps under the moon without the comfort of her once-homes. She lets the faint familiarity carry her through her days, that memory of things bygone. And yet, everyone she once knew is slightly different, warped by time and change. She seeks the familiar, regardless.
Clan life has been droll. Hunt, sleep, make awkward conversation. This is different, and it sets her heart to racing. Goldy - Goldenroar announces patrols as he did the last moon, and this time there is something different. His words are level, his clanmates' are not. It all explodes into cacophony, calls of blood and fear. Revenge, for the dead. She feels hopelessly lost - and she is to follow their leader into this place where killers lie.
Heart in her throat, Harvestseeker traces a path back to the first familiar face, a grounding presence with his voice so sure. Her own comes in a low rumble, uncertainty tilting the words unsteady. "
Clan life has been droll. Hunt, sleep, make awkward conversation. This is different, and it sets her heart to racing. Goldy - Goldenroar announces patrols as he did the last moon, and this time there is something different. His words are level, his clanmates' are not. It all explodes into cacophony, calls of blood and fear. Revenge, for the dead. She feels hopelessly lost - and she is to follow their leader into this place where killers lie.
Heart in her throat, Harvestseeker traces a path back to the first familiar face, a grounding presence with his voice so sure. Her own comes in a low rumble, uncertainty tilting the words unsteady. "
This sorta thing, uh,
" she swallows, thick. Keeps her eyes from meeting his, though her discomfort otherwise shows only in the furrow of her brow. She looks out over the crowd as they prepare for whatever fate they have resigned themselves to. "...happen a lot 'round here? 'Fraid I'm feelin' a mite outta my depth.
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