The night air hung in darkness around the wolves milling about the pack, heavy and daunting, but not unlike every other deep winter evening with The Crows.
At the current, Snake Bite - a force in his own right - was adeptly bouncing from conversation to conversation, politely learning more about the pack and those involved. There was always something going on around here, especially as their numbers continued to climb. In fact, two vultures recently gained entry into the pack. A mated couple - how nice. Snake Bite had to keep in mind that he wanted to approach them; any news from outside the pack was always, always welcome.
Speaking of news, since one of the most recent litters has come of age, rumors have been swirling about Dead Reckoning. When seers are pups, they're not all that useful. They have a glimpse of their powers and nothing more, or so he'd heard. So he hadn't bothered trying to see what was in her mind, but across the way he spotted her now, and something drew him to her. Whether it was her striking, drop-dead beautiful coat, or those flashing amethyst eyes. Or, you know, the information she likely possessed now as a full-blown seer. No matter what his intent was, there was much to be gained by talking with her.
Slowly, so as not to look too pointed in his approach of her, he sauntered up to the black and white wolf with a slight smile on his face - polite and curious.
"Dead Reckoning, don't you cut the finest of silhouettes. How has adulthood been treating you?" Snake Bite smiled a bit wider this time, genuinely curious as to how she had been doing these past few moons.
At the current, Snake Bite - a force in his own right - was adeptly bouncing from conversation to conversation, politely learning more about the pack and those involved. There was always something going on around here, especially as their numbers continued to climb. In fact, two vultures recently gained entry into the pack. A mated couple - how nice. Snake Bite had to keep in mind that he wanted to approach them; any news from outside the pack was always, always welcome.
Speaking of news, since one of the most recent litters has come of age, rumors have been swirling about Dead Reckoning. When seers are pups, they're not all that useful. They have a glimpse of their powers and nothing more, or so he'd heard. So he hadn't bothered trying to see what was in her mind, but across the way he spotted her now, and something drew him to her. Whether it was her striking, drop-dead beautiful coat, or those flashing amethyst eyes. Or, you know, the information she likely possessed now as a full-blown seer. No matter what his intent was, there was much to be gained by talking with her.
Slowly, so as not to look too pointed in his approach of her, he sauntered up to the black and white wolf with a slight smile on his face - polite and curious.
"Dead Reckoning, don't you cut the finest of silhouettes. How has adulthood been treating you?" Snake Bite smiled a bit wider this time, genuinely curious as to how she had been doing these past few moons.
