out of it//

For Xanne. Sorry I took so long to get it up.

into it//

Every hair on the ivory pelt was dusted in a fine coat of water. The royal eyed femme trotted right past the border, paying no heed to the signs of claimed land. She was on a mission. Find acceptance into said pack dubbed Apocrypha. It wasn't merely the name that intrigued her but the entire aura of the place. A safe haven offered to those pursecuted souls that filtered in from Arciero. Cherokee, herself, was not a local and came from Northern Scotland in search of a better place. Where she previously resided, the humans had taken action to erradicate the plague by killing all the wolves they could by any means necessary. Out of a large thriving pack of fifteen, Cher was one of the six that managed to escape. Each fled in different directions in the chaos of the genocide inflicted upon the lupine kind.

The elegant wolfess came to a graceful hault, sitting down silently and wrapping her large fluffy tail around herself. It was here she would wait upon her greeter, no matter who came to answer her presence. Cherokee had a reputation for a fierce temper and short patience but that wasn't the case today. She would be the nice lady that was hidden deep inside somewhere.