better late than never | joining

[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]While Ophelia wasn't opposed to being alone, she quickly found that she didn't prefer it. Older now, wiser than she had been when she was young, she understood that having a group, a pack, a family, or whatever someone chose to call it was actually a good thing. Keeping herself safe would be a lot easier if she had someone to watch her back, and it'd be nice to not have to be constantly on the watch for her next meal. In her opinion, it was a win-win.

A smaller part of herself told her that joining a group would also cure her loneliness, but she quickly pushed that thought down deep, burying it underneath her facade of relative calm.

Sitting down near the border, she folded her bulky wings against her sides, trying not to give into the urge to smooth down her feathers immediately. She could worry about that later. Right now, she needed to stay on-task. She was a cat, small in stature but large in wit, who needed a home. She knew that she was worthy of one, too. Her upbringing made sure that she was always prepared for a fight, always vigilant and aware of herself and her surroundings. She would be a wonderful addition anywhere, if they'd have her.

Chin held high, her azure eyes scanned her bleak surroundings for a patrol, sure to keep just outside of the border as to not start some kind of confrontation.