SWEATER WEATHER | oneshot + entrance ritual (tw)

[rochelle]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]If the entrance ritual didn't worry Rochelle already, a child performing the task was enough to do the trick. She'd sensed some weariness in Junior when he joined, but she figured most joiners were often tired by the time they reached the Typhoon. The wolf herself had passed out from exhaustion and dehydration when she arrived, just in time for Captain Pincher to be there to help her. Rochelle figured everyone deserved someone like that, to catch you when you needed help, even if that someone wasn't a family or friend.

Family. Rochelle, much like poor Junior, was fearful of her parent. Her mother, opposite to the tabby, but in a similar fashion. She never knew her father, he never really existed in her world. But her mother was a vengeful force, full of violence ... a complex monstrosity. Never did she hurt any of her children, rather she killed others, but the pain she caused to them emotionally and mentally because of her murderous actions ... it was irreversible. Rochelle was stalling her entrance ritual because she was afraid she might see her mother ... the past was something she wanted to leave untouched, because she knew she couldn't change it.

She caught sight of the kid returning back to camp, but was beat to greet him by an unknown stranger. She hadn't formerly spoke to him yet, Marcellus, but she knew now wouldn't be a good time to chat and get to know one another. Instead, she focused on Junior, giving him a gentle smile. "Welcome back, Junior ..." The umber furred wolf greeted calmly, "If you need anything, if you're hungry or thirsty, please ask and I can go get something for you." She offered him, figuring it was the usual thing to do after the ritual, knowing it was a long process.