|| Luna Rivers || Female || 17 || Crimson Pack || Tagged: Davina, Brooks, Castor/Amara ||
Luna's demeanor became suddenly alert as Davina spoke, her ears pricked, eyes watchful, muscles tensed whilst she took heavy slow breaths through her nose. She could smell them.
Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, her movements annoyingly shaky from anxiety. She watched the other wolves split up, most seemed calm, some curious, others on edge but none as much as her, as far as she could tell. Maybe they were hiding it well, she hoped she was at least. She was unsure if many of them had encountered humans before, and if so what had their experiences involved.
She flicked her tail, bowing her head momentarily at Davina before following. She caught sight of the second wolf, Brooks, and gave him a small friendly nod before returning her focus to the forest around them. The scent was growing stronger and she was sure that they were on the right path. She didn't know how she felt about that.
Her ears twitched and she came to a sudden halt, eyes focused before her. She could hear the familiar sound of voices, however they certainly did not belong to members of the pack.
she followed Davina behind the bush, and the trio walked out of the forest. Luna resisted the instinctive wolflike urge to snarl at the humans as well as the more human urge to keep her expression cold and stony. Reluctantly she forced her lips into a smile, although the ice-blue eyes remained cold, almost threatening.
She didn't speak, which in itself felt rather unusual to the outspoken girl instead she simply watched. Her heart was still pounding and she allowed her hands to fidget endlessly with the bobble around her wrist.
At the sound of the howl, Luna's head jerked slightly upwards, her eyes alert, before swiftly correcting herself. The movement had been small, barely noticeable, and even if someone had seen it was easily mistaken for human fear.