trash candy // joiner

[Felibri]

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Virgil was constantly active and roaming around the place. Occasionally, she felt the territory to be too small and she often crossed the border to go off somewhere, especially to hunt. She no longer trusted the prey to be found here. She'd rather not wake up to find herself with wings or horns. Cancer, the unknown virus to her, was also a worry. She remembered the Spitting Foam Disease that took the lives of two of her pack-mates. Even Caesar had seemed grim. She normally did, but this was a new type ... a type of fear. She had been living here for a few days and was already quite comfortable in the boundaries laid out. Her past clung to her like a heavy cloud, but for the most part she could ignore it.

When the painted wolf returned from her outer clan hunting trip, she noticed a strange creature. Her hackles bristled and her ears folded backward. Aurum was there already. He didn't seem intimidated, so neither should Virgil. The canine gave herself a shake and paced forward, coming up on the snow leopard from behind. Her golden eyes glinted as a dragon's when he sees gold. She was very pretty. Virgil leaned forward and snuffed at the newcomer's pelt loudly.

"What's a name?" Virgil recoiled in surprise. She looked up at Aurum with a quirked brow. Had she heard that right? Did she just meet someone more repressed than she was? "What people call you. I'm called Virgil." Name were so very important. In Virgil's pack, there was a special ceremony for it. On their first hunt, the puppies were given their names. It was a symbol of coming of age and of full acceptance into the pack. Needless to say, they were very important to her, even if she had no idea what her name meant.