Stand right there (open, joining)

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Soft fur is ruffled as the wind, quite strong here, ruffles the leopard's fur, and pale eyes finally spot the abandoned observatory, which she was pretty sure they called home. Joining. It was a strange word for her being here, but at the same time, quite fitting. She was homeless now. Thea thrived in groups, hell, she needed it for her own survival. The female just didn't do well alone, and that was proven by the constant twitching of her tail and whiskers, crouching down, not to hide herself, but to serve for better protection against the strong wind.

For now, she says nothing, a bit unsure whether she should be announcing her presence, or waiting.