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(This post was last modified: June 03, 2019, 07:03:42 PM by Eveninglight.)

[font=.SF UI Text][font=.SFUIText]Lilac padded slowly along the faint whisper of a path that wound through the forest. Her ears flicked uneasily and her green gaze flicked from tree to tree. The soft breath of a passing breeze trickled between the thick trunks of the trees and brushed against Lilac's thick brown coat. Lilac flicked her tail then froze. One paw hung suspended over the clover dusted grass. After many days of wandering. Lilac was here. At the border of the Inaria pack. Lilac took a hesitant step forward, ears pinned back. Worries assailed her. [/font][font=.SFUIText-Italic]Would they reject her as so many others had? What if she didn't belong? Where would she go if they refused her?[/font][font=.SFUIText] Lilac pushed that train of thought from her mind. [/font][font=.SFUIText-Italic]It won't change anything to worry about it...[/font][font=.SFUIText] Lilac sat, curled her tail tight around her paws, and waited.[/font][/font]


"And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong."
- First Corinthians 12: 9-10
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(May 31, 2019, 09:00:14 PM)shortyhooz Wrote: Hi there! Happy to see you've taken an interest in one of the packs on IDS! I'm going to send you a PM to hopefully help you out in your journey to joining Inaria! Give me one second!!

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"And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong."
- First Corinthians 12: 9-10
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(This post was last modified: September 01, 2019, 05:40:55 PM by Colleen.)

Colleen laid in the sunshine of a bright, airy clearing with a sun bleached shoulder bone pinned beneath a dainty paw. Her brow was knotted and sea green eyes hard with focus, but still a soft and sweet tune hummed from her muzzle as she worked. The knobby end of the scapula was gripped to the ground by her left paw, as her right worked a sharp nail over the the flat surface of the bone. Carefully, with steady and hard pressure, she dragged across the flat surface. She began from the base of the bone and slowly climbed up towards the top, stopping midway and swirling the line back on self and making a spiral like that of a snail's shell. With this first faint line etched in, she restarted back at the line's beginning to dig its impression in deeper. When his first line was at a satisfactory depth, she splintered another line from the base.

Softly behind her, her tail swayed back and forth. She let herself become lost in her work, but the forest around her continued with it's daily process, the lone wolf posing no threat to its continuation. When she first arrived the birds and squirrels acknowledged her presence with their hateful shouting, but now she might as well be another inanimate fixture of the landscape. Colleen would've spent the entirety of her day here, had the wind not stirred a fresh scent into nose. With the appearance of the scent of a new wolf, her eyes turned up and her nail slipped. "Oh!" she exclaimed as her eyes widened in fright. Sadly enough the slip up marred her carving, scaring the bone with a hard straight line off of one of her soft, curved ones.

A hard sigh broke her lips and she stood up, gazing mournfully down at the bone. Wheels turned on how she might fix the error, but that would have to wait. Being a sentinel of the pack, it was her responsibility to inspect and question any strangers that washed up on the borders. Carefully she picked up her project and set out to find the new stranger.

It wasn't hard to track the new wolf's scent, or to spot her dark pelt against the bright greenery of the forest, but she also wasn't trying to hide herself. She sat patiently, but still Colleen approached cautiously, stalking up to the other through cover. She would need to keep her wits with every new wolf, with no idea if she was lone and was not a threat, or if this was a possible attack on the pack. The sentinel took her time, evaluating the other and their surroundings, before she exposed herself from out of the undergrowth of the forest. A few yards from the other she appeared, placed her bone on the ground, and nodded her head in greeting, "Ello, stranger, what brings you to our border?"
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