Whisper was adaptable, or so she thought. Getting used to a swamp's biome enough to feel comfortable in it was hard. Her first day in the clan and she noticed how humid it was. It was probably the biggest hurdle for her to work over, she was trying to get used to any sort of humidity at all and to go into a place that was a few degrees from being under water was hard enough without needing to breathe thank you. She was at least thankfully for the lack of need in air, not that she couldn't breathe, but it made her breathing from changing rapidly to try and accommodate for all the water. Not to mention the apparent radioactive edge to the place. She had noticed the surplus in mutations within the place, and the apparent latent cause in prey animals too. Damn, she wondered how they all managed to even live without showing the sings of radioactive sickness, but then again- it took a few years for something like that to settle in.

To say she was having difficulties settling in was correct. The crocks that she had seen upon first sight at the border would contention to harass her until she gathered the scent of the place. Though the people were welcoming, kind or honest in ways that were appreciated. She stuck mostly to the few familiar faces that she knew. Not entirely the people here but the ones that greeted her first. Which is to say she followed Vigenere. She was trying to be subtle about it, popping into the other's focus from time to time or just trailing behind him. But she wasn't hiding the fact that she was following him around. So she wouldn't be surprised that he noticed. Just a little bit put-off that she was caught or even- that he would confront her spying.

To be honest, it wasn't about him being familiar that she followed him, rather his story. His siblings story. The other Cipher that she had met was crude, prideful. He was []i]sad[/i] though. Regretful. While Vigenere didn't show the same kind of sorrow, he did show something else. Loyalty. The few people that he liked here were treasured, as if he knew the failure of loosing everything, he clung to what he had now. Whisper wondered what happened. What she could do- what she could learn. So, she followed.

//you asked for this \_(owo)_/
[member=601]VIGENERE CIPHER.[/member]

For now Whisper was still filled with the high of actually exploring. Even with the calculated maneuver of letting someone lead her paws her eyes shined bright and gave her voice a life that would help her establish connections and let the happiness linger. Let her expression stay honestly happy without having to worry about faux micro expressions to help show she was a kid. Without letting the trauma of the past years trudge her down, hand me down experiences giving her nightmare fuel that has yet to shadow her eyes, yet to bring her claws down on something and keep her control from wavering. Let her imagine herself as a kid honestly and truly and fall into whatever category her high elevated her. Bubbly and bright and so very young.

It was like standing on a glass above an open canyon. Looking down to see the danger the almost certainty it would be your death if you let yourself even slip. Whisper knew were that downfall let do, the steep slope of her mind a line of dominoes to the deep dangerous dark that has been building for years. Darker than anything that a mere child could hold back. Took more than clever wit of someone with a silver tongue. Whisper had to rely on her experience, had to rely on her connections to fall back on if at most, to protect her and each other.

The young pup was snapped out of revere by the person she was following. Their bright yellow fur a beacon- welcoming in a way that her memories of Caesar were not. She felt the excitement bubble into a giggle, giddy of being caught as four blue eyes focused on he other from where she was hidden. A tree to be precise- while Whisper wasn't too keen on sticking to the ground. Unsure of the stability of the ground somewhat, she could rust the tree's. She had been needing to practice her agility and her ability to grasp the branches with her claws. ❝Hmm! You found me. Guess I'm not very sneaky.❞ Even with the smile gone, replaced with a frown as she dropped down closer towards the other than she had been following, it still lingered in her eyes. Blinking up at the other's question with a curious puppy tilt of her head.

Caesar had been defensive where Vigenere was not. Open and friendly where Argus had found an aloof introspective- mourning dream demon. They both wanted to know what was up, what was their story, And Whisper was going to take advantage of being a clanmate of the more easy going brother and puppy charm and try and wriggle her way deep into this narrative. ❝You're... Different than your brother.❞ Whisper has tact- thank you very much. But at times it was best to play and easy to blame her blunt nature on the lack of experience. ❝But you both feel like your mourning something. I just want to know what I guess.❞