The Royal Mirage wrote:Ruby nodded firmly, turning to her right in way of invitation. Her injured shoulder was still hidden from view as the cream and caramel fae lead the loner towards the camp. "You got a name?" she asked rather conspicuously, her bold and brash nature coming out as it only could in the Western Forest pack. She knew the peace-loving hunters of the north wouldn't exactly appreciate her almost rude tone, and in the shores... Well, she already knew her attitude didn't work there. Ruby shook her head at those thoughts, seemed she'd been thinking about her old home too much lately. She'd have to go on an excursion to the Dark Woods, what she liked to call the deepest, thickest part of the pack territory. It was where the most dangerous predators lived, and where she could live as differently as possible from her sister.
"The names Shayde, and yours?" She asked as she walked kind of behind the other faes. "This territory seems to have quite a bit of dangerous prey." She said. Her star pendant glimmered in the setting sun. Winter was fast approaching, giving her the need to join a pack for survival. Though she liked being alone, being with others gave a great sense of family and belonging.
Griffin had fashioned dried grassing into a bag and collected the herbs, he made his way silently back to camp. The sun was going down much sooner than he had expected. He quickened his pace back to camp, from what he had heard while he was asking Tanga what was needed, a buck had injured two wolves. He arrived back a camp and headed directly to to the medicine den. "Here is what you asked for." He said laying the grass bag down. A breeze ruffled his pelt, a crisp autumn night was on its way.














