[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]If this newcomer thought three or four people was a lot, then he is in for a surprise when he reaches the Grand Circle. Their numbers have swelled within recent days. Joiners, visitors, and the occasional guest. It all added up into one mass community of creatures. Yes, patrolling is among everyday responsibilities, but it also provides an escape from the cluster of people. As much as Imperia adores socializing, it is refreshing to get out and stretch her legs, perhaps even welcome someone new into this special place. She also wanders to escape her thoughts, allowing her legs to carry her to distant locations in order to distract herself from the dizzying loneliness which plagues her.
Sounds of discussion nearby lures the petite she-wolf from the protective cover of the plains, and the slender creature emerges silently with the agile grace of a deer. Lush green grass bows in lieu of her lithe figure, revealing sleek argentine fur and bright eyes the color of moondust. Imperia arrives just in time to hear the last bits of conversation, and finds herself smiling faintly in amusement upon hearing this stranger's manner of speaking. While she does not comment on anything spoken specifically to another person, Peri is compelled to offer her services in healing as soon as sagacious silver eyes spot the male's bloodied hide. "I am no cleric, but I can patch up your wounds for you. Would that be alright?" based on just a glance, they seem to be mostly superficial, so there should be no harm in helping him out. The newcomer will sooner starve than bleed to death, as can be determined from his sickly appearance. Lucky for him, she also carries snacks.
"There is no joining ritual. You are welcome to stay as long as you follow the rules," she says with a friendly smile. It is clear that the lovely young wolf finds the other to be amusing. So much so that she even went so far as to tease him about his behavior. "Welcome to the Ascendants, mon ami. My name is Imperia--what's yours?"
Sounds of discussion nearby lures the petite she-wolf from the protective cover of the plains, and the slender creature emerges silently with the agile grace of a deer. Lush green grass bows in lieu of her lithe figure, revealing sleek argentine fur and bright eyes the color of moondust. Imperia arrives just in time to hear the last bits of conversation, and finds herself smiling faintly in amusement upon hearing this stranger's manner of speaking. While she does not comment on anything spoken specifically to another person, Peri is compelled to offer her services in healing as soon as sagacious silver eyes spot the male's bloodied hide. "I am no cleric, but I can patch up your wounds for you. Would that be alright?" based on just a glance, they seem to be mostly superficial, so there should be no harm in helping him out. The newcomer will sooner starve than bleed to death, as can be determined from his sickly appearance. Lucky for him, she also carries snacks.
"There is no joining ritual. You are welcome to stay as long as you follow the rules," she says with a friendly smile. It is clear that the lovely young wolf finds the other to be amusing. So much so that she even went so far as to tease him about his behavior. "Welcome to the Ascendants, mon ami. My name is Imperia--what's yours?"