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Rowan watched her pack mates investigate the area silently, watching the girl with a fixed and level gaze, letting the others speak their minds. Before she spoke again to the druid, she murmured quiet appreciation to Alek, knowing that Aysun would not terribly appreciate the gratitude for her actions. Rowan felt the tense air of everyone in the gathering. The twins were staying back, cloistered in one another's arms, Alek was at her back and Aysun at her side, Tyerin at the other. Everyone accounted for, now.
Rowan examined the girl shrewdly, her lips pursed. "So you chose to follow this person, abandoning your pack? Or did they ostracize you when you vied for the vote to rescue your leader?" Rowan stood still, muscles taut, taking in the girl's appearance. The cloak seemed ordinary enough, though the wetness... she sniffed heir air to try to determine the smell of the wetness, whether it was musky with swamp odor of sharp with salty tears but at the distance, it was too difficult to tell. Currently, knowing that the surrounding forest was indeed devoid of other humans, Rowan could focus her attention on the girl. If they were to stand much longer, another check would be needed to make sure that they were not creeping from farther back.
Rowan watched her pack mates investigate the area silently, watching the girl with a fixed and level gaze, letting the others speak their minds. Before she spoke again to the druid, she murmured quiet appreciation to Alek, knowing that Aysun would not terribly appreciate the gratitude for her actions. Rowan felt the tense air of everyone in the gathering. The twins were staying back, cloistered in one another's arms, Alek was at her back and Aysun at her side, Tyerin at the other. Everyone accounted for, now.
Rowan examined the girl shrewdly, her lips pursed. "So you chose to follow this person, abandoning your pack? Or did they ostracize you when you vied for the vote to rescue your leader?" Rowan stood still, muscles taut, taking in the girl's appearance. The cloak seemed ordinary enough, though the wetness... she sniffed heir air to try to determine the smell of the wetness, whether it was musky with swamp odor of sharp with salty tears but at the distance, it was too difficult to tell. Currently, knowing that the surrounding forest was indeed devoid of other humans, Rowan could focus her attention on the girl. If they were to stand much longer, another check would be needed to make sure that they were not creeping from farther back.
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