Verita'

Ebonite fae wandered into the prarie.Alone.

In times like these was when she truly wished for compaionship.She heaved her dark bodice onto a grassy patch. Then began thinking...

The humans had been very troublesome lately. It seemed as if they were deliberately seeking out the Parmission Meadow Pack. Fourtunately for Nightcrawler she had arrived just in time to save him, but did she even get a thank you no.

Her ears suddenly alert, as she heard a twig snap. Orbs scoured the horizion was she alone?....

Kenyon

The large, dark grey hybrid had fled from the Sedge Creek terra with his alpha's orders after human hunters disturbed a pack fight. He looked nearly all-wolf, and was the largest of his siblings. But for his big size, he was the most pleasant-minded and easy-going of the litter. Maybe even of the pack. He was a young adult now. He was on the verge of howling and attempting to reunite himself with his pack when he spotted Verita. Instantly he stopped, staring at her aprehensively while thinkging, Is she an enemy? And ally?

This was how his pack worked and how he learned to act. There were no neutrals as he grew up in his ever fueding pack. Tentively, he waved his tail and lowered his head a bit in a friendly gesture, wondering if she might attack him. "Uh... hi. I'm Kenyon." he offered meekly, still unsure on how to respond.

Kenyon

He perked his large ears up, hearing a distant howl. "I've gotta go; my father is calling." he took a few paces away before turning his head back, parting his jaws as if to speak. After a pause, he flashed a simple smile and left without offering any words or explination.