it's the singing // joining

[charlotte.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"][color=black]Dry grasses quiver and quake as the vegetation gives way to two more individuals. A lion and a feral cat. The former draws her attention first. Observant green eyes trace over the male as he questions her origins in an authoritative, albeit exhausted, tone. "I am from nowhere, really. But I was born here a long time ago, if that answers your question." Charlie offers a friendly smile to the one who she assumes is in charge. The lion is slender and gaunt, betraying his fatigue; although high cheek bones and eyes like pools of honey cooperate to give him an oddly handsome appearance. The poor guy is much too young to look so run down. The leopard bobs her head in understanding. "Trouble with the neighbors?" Constant fear over getting invaded tends to put people on edge--it all makes more sense now.

The little one's snarled scolding towards Titan brought a smirk to black lips. "Easy now, pipsqueak," Charlotte says with an amiable chuckle. "The guy hasn't done anything wrong." How awkward would it be to see two clanmates clash? The female intends to avoid unnecessary confrontation. However, the younger creature's introduction distracts Charlie from anything she might have said next. "Mikaelson?" she repeats incredulously. "Who are your parents?"