Suvival of the Fist (Wolf RP, Re-done)

[Unashamed]

Jasmine sits in the sunlight, enjoying it's warmth. She looked around her and saw another wolf, a brute, walking around. She stood up and walked over to him. "Hello," she says, her voice smooth.

Black rolled his eyes at Saphira. "I said I'm fine," he said sternly but nicely. "I've been through worse things than this." Then, turning to Botolf, he said, "Well, then come on and I'll show you the place I call home," and continued walking to the clearing.

[Vraska the Unseen]

Botolf straightened up a bit, walking after the male.

[aliemmett]

Griffon smiled slightly, looking at the fea. "Hi." He said happily. "I'm Griffon, what's your name?" He asked softly.

[Aouviyelle]

Saphira looked at him and sighed gently before giving a slight nod. "As you wish." She said simply, moving to the side. She then moved herself forward, re-thinking about what she said. She noticed how she wanted to go back to healing, making her look around for the slightest thrush of herbs.

[Unashamed]

"I'm Jasmine," she replied.

Black walked to the pack clearing, then turned to Botolf. "This is where we live. Now, first of all, what's your name?"

[aliemmett]

Griffon smiled. "That is a beautiful name." He said softly.

[Vraska the Unseen]

"Botolf." She grunted in a bearish voice.

[Aouviyelle]

Saphira dipped her head, sniffing the ground as herbs had filled her nose. She blinked in suprise seeing how strong it was, though she sat down anyways, and looked around her. She tried to remember what they all were. As she did so, she tried to identify the scent as well. "Hmm... Chamomile... Lavender... Fern... Goldenrod... Aloe Vera... and... Juniper Berries?" She asked herself, looking at the blue berries.

[Unashamed]

"Thank you," Jasmine said, a bit shyly. "Are you from around here?" she asked Griffon.

"Okay, Botolf," Black said, then nodding toward a den near his he said, "you can live in that den, there."

[Vraska the Unseen]

"Thank you." Botolf touched her nose to his chest.