by nyctomancy » Mon Oct 21, 2013 1:20 am
» Oh my, already most of the male wolves are competing for Orchid's attention.
Lysses shook out his ruff, muttering as he did so. Turning, he padded back to his den, and looked over his herbs.
Rowan, having returned from his hunt was carrying a rabbit. Dipping his head respectively to Hawke, and later on Orchid he set the prey down where he thought others could share it.
Aitor Sat until one of the tombstones, his head cocked in a particular way as his blank gazed stared at the ground. He swirling his head slowly around, as he listened to his own returning vibrations from his ability.
nyc [ he/him ] adult
slowly getting
back into rping.