the cup that can't be filled ❂ mandatory meeting

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MARGARET ELLEFSEN

FEMALE — FROSTBLOWN — MEMBER OF THE AMARANYTHNE SABER CORPS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]lifting a brow at the comment delivered by horizon, the she-wolf drew her tongue over her jaws as she turned her eyes to the akhlut at the front, a rueful smile on her face, "many mouths to feed", was her soft response. shrugging her shoulders, she would stretch her neck, exhaling, "all the same it's good to see so many, even for a lesser group", she breathed. she didn't mind if the other didn't like her, she was barely around the camp nowadays. too many things to be done, and the broad borders to be patrolled.

chuckling softly as her daughter came to her side and buried her face into her fur, warmth and affection in her eyes as she bowed her head to lick her head, smiling as she stood up, "aye, a full member. you're able to be trained now", she would murmur softly to her daughter before yawning, stretching her wings up above the heads of the crowd as she padded forward, groaning as she eased her aching shoulders. she was slotted for another patrol tonight, she wasn't looking forward to it. stepping from the crowd and to the front, she waited while she gathered her own wings of adamantine, fixing the wings to the braid within her fur, a look of subtle pride upon her face as her mate was called to collect his own and that he was chosen as the valereader. returning to her place from before, the she-wolf settled with a soft huff, licking jade's head once more to set her fur into order with a soft rumble before turning to savah with a smile, "congratulations, savah!", she would murmur kindly.

#psychosocial.