[ti]Private[/ti]You've got knives for lashes Dec 24, 2019 19:46:23 GMT
Post by Syracuse on Dec 24, 2019 19:46:23 GMT
Sand rippled and shrank away from her paws, leaving her fleshy prints to be seen for a moment only to be washed clear by the ocean. Syracuse made an effort to get her ass in gear, today she was not a denmother but a mentor to one of their newest recruits. It excited her and both caused anxiety to ripple in her stomach, making it audibly bubble. Todays lesson was an important one, she was going to teach the one called Madonna how to fish. It was integral to the ways of the "Eyes", a food source and a way of barter for them. It also brought them closer to the land they shared with the ocean.
She made her way into their cave, walking past some of her gangmates and nodding to a few good naturedly. In some ways she still felt like an outcast, through no direct happenstance from anyone. She was simply the wraith, a border shadow that lived on the fringes of everyone. She enjoyed it that way, she could be painfully awkward and less than keen on conversation. An ambivert to the extreme. But she wouldn't let her typical tendencies get in the way of the important task she had been given. Something that had made her chest puff slightly at the trust that had been demonstrated in her. She was fast becoming a gangmate and not just another recruit to wait out and see if she would stick around.
She stopped when she found a secluded cave and scented the familiar yet unfamiliar scent of their new member. She called out firmly yet with invite. "Madonna, we ought to get a move on Hon' " She waited patiently, fiddling with some stones at her feet. She knew the recruit had been made aware of her tasks this morn, was she already being ornery or simply still adjusting? Syracuse decided with the latter, executing the benefit of the doubt, despite some curious gossip that already swirled around the newcomer.