YOU THERE // return to activity

[charactercemetary.]

She never knew how she could stay in power. She was sure that Arthur or-- well, someone, anyone, would call her out on being inactive and take over the group. To her surprise, that never happened. The wolf makes her way down the spires, before tripping on a rock. Oh, no... Panic rushes through her, and it takes some twists and turning before she manages to get up enough to be able to fly again.

❅ out under the sky

[guts]

West had been wondering who ran this small group ever since she arrived. No one had ever pointed out a ringleader, only speaking of one, named Anael from what she could gather. But she had never seen her before. What good was a leader that was never around? With her absence, she couldn't help but feel an inkling of distrust, not only towards this leader but towards the whole damn place. It all seemed innocent enough, but she knew not to judge books based on their covers. Secrets were hidden deep when people wanted to keep them.

When she comes across the other canine, she's taken aback by the colors of her pelt, never having seen such a thing before. She wasn't completely sure she wasn't just seeing things.

"Who are you?" she asks in a low voice. Yellow eyes flicker over her, assessing and watching, anticipating what her next move would be.

[A. MORGAN]

EASTWARD BOUND

ARTHUR MORGAN — MALE — SNOWBOUND — SNOWSEEKER — HARD

Have faith. It’s something Dutch had taught him countless times since he was a puppy. Arthur knew he could step up if Anael completely vanished. The thought spooked him, if he was being honest. He never viewed himself as the leading type, more as the gunslinging bodyguard or whatever he could classify as. Despite this, he held hope for the young girl. She was doing well, he thinks. Snowbound’s keeping low while they slowly rebuild and expand and that’s good enough for him.

The timber wolf makes his way over, not hiding the short laugh that escapes his mouth at Anael’s little fumble. He silently greets West, coming to a stop near the pair. He won’t speak, only offering a quick “Howdy.” before settling on listening.

#psychosocial.