Mallory kept outside of Nightingale’s borders since her first call, waiting for someone to come greet her and hopefully accept her into the pack. Her keen ears had picked up on activity going on inside, but it was not much. Did anybody rule over these lands, or was the occasional rustling just wandering wolves or other forest creatures? She sighed, plopping her head into her paws as she laid in the makeshift den. The butterfly lass just wanted friends. As if her desires had been answered, a howl broke through the air, causing her ears to perk. It was someone inside Nightingale, calling for a meeting and for new members! She slowly crawled out of her den, and once standing outside of it, she shook the loose dirt that had tarnished her crocus flora and her malachite butterfly wings. Mallory then began to bound happily towards the call, excitement apparent in both her erratic path and the green hued wings upon her back.

When she broke through shrubbery and her black eyes lined with bright green landed on a small gathering of wolves, she abruptly composed herself, fixing her gait into more of a normal walk, but she failed to hide the excitement in her wings well. They flicked frequently, but not enough to lift her up off the ground. Mallory’s maw was graced with a cute smile as she approached. ”Hi, I’m Mallory! I’ve been in awe at your pack and I’d love to be considered a member here!” She spoke, perhaps too energetic and enthusiastic for a lot of the group here. The black and grey ess just hoped she’d fit in, despite the bright green wings and the overuse purple crocus flora on her body.

Actions and thoughts and "Words."