Having finally found her way around the territory, Abyss padded into what must be the pack clearing. She was unsure whether to be impressed or not. On one hand (paw?), it was a large, open space - naturally the reason for it being called a clearing. Her ear twitched; glad she wasn't speaking out loud right now. On the other, it wasn't as grand as she'd imagined. It was a mostly circular space, fringed with dens, and adorned with a kill pile. Her head swayed from right to left as she took in the views, ahem, the modest views.

The area smelt strongly of...what was this? Communion? Unity? As it stood, the pack certainly didn't disappoint. She knew she still carried the smell of a lonesome living on her thick pelt, and she wondered what exactly it scented like. Bending her head to lick and idly chew on some chest fur under the pretense of an itchy spot, she took a whiff of herself. The fur smelt of fresh, wet earth and windswept forests. She closed her amber eyes, descending in the myriad of chaos. Memories, thoughts. Her head was certainly a crowded area. Snapping back to reality, she raised her head, squinting at the light filtering through the dappled leaves, mottling the ground with blazing spots of radiant luminescence.

Summer was around the corner, if not already descending on the lands, and her primarily dark pelt was such a bother. Already, standing still, she was heating up underneath her thick overcoat. Shaking her fur to loosen and get rid of whatever air and heat she could, she ventured forward into the clearing. The weather was quite...enjoyable, pleasant even, and she doubted she'd need a den to dwell in. An enclosed area was bound to be stifling hot. At least the nights would offer some respite. While she wasn't particularly hungry, a full belly of meat would make her feel warmer than ever. This was terrible! Growing irritated from the heat, she paced about, wondering what to do.

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Lethargy hung heavy in the air. Or was it something else? Could it perhaps be sorrow? Well, who didn't take a fall now and then? One might equate Abyss' lack of empathy towards her lack of emotional attachment to the deceased. It was unfortunate to know that the pack had suffered losses, especially as they seemed to be quite a good bunch. Lost in her thoughts, the female padded in erratic patterns. Of course, these were all assumptions; what would she know of the history of this pack?

She was suddenly confronted by an excited member, who at first glance appeared to be a pup. However, first impressions were immediately cast aside as she took a better look - which wasn't hard, as the male had seated himself almost nose-to-nose with her. Startled, she took a step back, and lifted her paw for another, but paused; did it look like she was backing away? She had covered sufficient distance to initiate polite conversation, and hesitantly lingered, unsure of how to proceed. Thankfully, the yearling did it for her, by enthusiastically asking if she was new. He seemed happy enough, hence so much for the sadness conclusion. Or perhaps the young one was simply putting on a facade - it took courage to keep smiling in the face of misery and distress. Was that dismay that washed over her? Did it agonize her that the younger brute had the courage to do what she couldn't?

She gave herself a little shake; he was a member of the pack, born to high ranking parents, it seemed. He deserved respect, young though he may be. He'd been kind enough to come talk to and greet her. Not to mention he was openly curious; in many ways, he reminded her of herself. She chuckled - already thinking like an old wolf. "Hello, Levi," She carefully ventured, smiling, anxious to make friends, "I'm Abyss. Yes, I'm new here," She nodded, to emphasize her point, but quickly found his ecstasy to be contagious - she found her grin widening, and her tail wagged slightly to convey friendly intentions.

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