Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26084401-20150728042031/@comment-26956198-20151031233523

After the whole key and page thing Wreath Whitefur was on edge. She tried to take her mind of it by unpacking her few possessions but he mind kept drifting back to what hologram Raven had said "everyone gets to decide what they want". The pressure that Wreath herself had put on herself to follow her destiny had lifted.

After she had finished unpacked, Wreath decided to go and see what all the noise she had heard coming from the main area had been about. As she made her way through the many tunnels that made up the den, Wreath bumped into another wolf ((Ember)). Well, she kinda smelled like a wolf to Wreath, but there was something, else, to this Wolf's smell. "Oh, sorry, hi" Wreath said awkwardly. "I'm Wreath Whitefur. I'm the daughter of the White Wolf. What about you?" She hoped that she had said the right thing.