The black lass with a crocus covered body and malachite butterfly wings walked for once with purpose. Mallory knew practically everywhere in Starfall at this point, having been an orphan pup and wandering from place to place, never finding a place to call home. She was too energetic for many, her energy even causing her sometimes to flap her butterfly wings so much that she lifted her small body off the ground. But now, as an adult, Mallory needed to associate herself with a pack. She learned about each, the drama around them, and after some thought (not much, if Mal was being honest with herself; she could not focus for that long), the ess thought Nightingale would be her best bet.

She arrived, stopping herself before the border, and howled, like she had seen many others do before. Did she know why exactly they did it rather than wandering onto the lands and just finding the first wolf they saw and asking to join? No, but she was trying her best to fit in. Mallory knew she had a lot of energy that some people could not handle. The lass attempted to sit still as she waited but found a small stone to amuse herself with that she batted back and forth between her front paws while she waited to be greeted.

Actions and thoughts and "Words."