| Heart | Kin | Sabertooth | Metalhead |
That's when the sound of his voice hit her audits, barely but it was there. "Pandra," With a rush of his leather colored fur and feathered wings, she was consumed by him. He stood at her side, draping his wing over her sky lit fur. Her vibrant arctic blues widened as she finally could breath, staring at him as he spoke to the male. "She's okay. Tank ya for your concern." His voice, she had missed it so much. His eyes finally turned to meet hers, and her heart felt like it was simply sparking. He leaned into her audit and spoke. "I've missed you my love...I'm sorry I've been gone for so long." She nuzzled into him, her weeps turned silent. "I thought you'd left me . . . I was so scared." She said into his neck, for a few moments she stayed quiet as she collected herself. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you. I just wish I would've been with you . . . I want to be yours." She said quietly.
She shifted her face from his neck to look to the other wolves, blinking to clear her clouded vision from her tears. She took a deep breath, and put on a smile as Achilles spoke to them. "I'm Achilles, the alpha of these lands known as Sabertooth. What shall I call tch'ya?" She smiled and spoke her to the teen male. "I'm Pandora, Sabertooths Omega." She said softly. She watched him move towards the female that sat a ways away with her wings. "Aren't tch'ya going to join us?" He asked her before he moved back to her, placing his wing over her once again. It was nice and warm surprisingly, shielding her from the cold of the autumn air.
A snowy white female proceeded into the clearing, also showing a strange and different appearance besides the wolf like features - She had a rack of horns. "I am Artemis, I'd like a home among your walls. I am not much of a fighter, but I am a skilled huntsman and a great tracker." Pandora smiled at her. "It's nice to meet you, Artemis. I'm Pandora, Sabertooths Omega." She said, watching a strangely colored . . . What is that? A dog? Pandora cocked her head slightly to the side in wonder, the mysterious lady whispered to Artemis before sitting next to her. She spoke out to the group.
"Hello, I am Lazarus. I'm a Spirit walker, and I'm quite good at healing if you should need a healer - If you allow me a home that is." A smile perked at her lips quickly, but inside she was screaming. A healer - that was what she had told Achilles she would be for the pack. Now what use did she have to the pack, to him? She chewed her lip. "I'm Pandora." She said quietly. Her eyes watched another teenager wander out of the trees to join the band of females that surrounded Achilles and the other male. "Hello, my name is Misty. I'm a displaced princess, looking for a pack." The Princess began to feel faint, another displaced princess just like her. What in the world was happening? Why was she feeling so down on herself, so tiny compared to these other females. She stood silent, and the rush of thoughts in her brain began to overwhelm her. That's when it hit her, she was standing with Achilles, why had he allowed her to stand at his side during a pack meeting full of unranked new faces?
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