<div class="floatright">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/8dbdb218-d980-4639-a8c7-0e39fa5534af_zps77d0dba4.jpg?t=1376042538)</div><strong>Lucy Grayjoy</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>Everyone and No one<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On her cabin porch step's over looking the Wolves Den<br/><br/>Lucy also known as Lulu to those in her pack, sat on the front porch of the cabin Nate had given her. The morning was nice, the storm last night leaving a fresh scent in the air that made the forest smell clean. Sipping her cocoa she smiled behind the mug as she watched Nate and the others brawl in training. She could see how well they fought together and knew they were careful not to hurt each other but still enough to try an overpower their alpha. Nathaniel Grey. She drank him in, in the early morning light as he put each of others around him in their place. Poor Zack was trying his best found himself on his backside more then once, which caused a tingle of a laugh to escape Lucy’s lips at the shock look on the poor man’s face. They were a bunch of wild boys and she thought of every one of them as an older brother who looked out for her since they meet years ago. Nate was the best of them, he seemed to know that she was in trouble without even telling him and picked her up and took care of her. She regretted her running from him and fighting with him at every turn, but suddenly found herself warming up to them as she saw they meant her no harm. They were nothing like her old pack, they saw her weaknesses but did not call her out on them, and they even tried to correct her and were patient as she learned to fight and defend herself. She wondered sometimes if it was pity that they took her in, the litters of scars on her body were an equal match to any of the males from hunting and fighting enemies of other packs. But there was no mistaking the deep teeth marks and claw like ridges all over her body from years of her father and older brothers ‘training’.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZMHpU0qJW8/TclT_2_Cj5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/P_u_iN4R5lg/s320/scones.jpg)</div><br/>She picked up the warm strawberry scone from the plate next to her and took the last small bite. The burst of flavor of sugar and butter in her mouth made her eyes close and the tart of berry finished off the savory morsel.  She was glad she had found cooking  something she could do for her new pack family; baking was more her specialty than anything else. But found that cooking settled her nerves and relaxed her. She had another restless night and found herself baking till dawn, cookies, brownies, scones, muffins, and even a cupcakes. Her cabin smelling more of a bakery then a log cabin, which was fine for her since she learned a long time ago she had quite a sweet tooth. She normally had slept with one of her pack brothers but with more wolfs coming she knew they may want their privacy and moved into her own cabin closes to Nate’s. Her nightmares were constantly plaguing her since she moved into the lonely one bedroom. Watching her brother falling over the cliff over and over and finally falling over herself shook her awake in a cold sweat that could never be washed away. She found herself sleeping mostly during the day in Nate’s cabin while he attended to business, but she knew she wasn’t hiding anything from them. But instead that she had her own place and slept alone during the night so there was order in the pack when new members joined. She had been absent last night at the gathering, not wanting to embarrass Nate by being squeamish when she saw he had brought the human huntress to make an example of her. She was all for her Alpha’s plan to take down the church and their hunting of her kind, she just wasn’t so sure she could make the kill as easily as they could. Animals in the forest were easy, they were food, by humans…. She had only ever came across a hunter once and escaped with her life without a fight. That was the last time she ventured into the human world and never looked back.<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/1359607142687332_zps264d2157.jpg?t=1375936657)</div><br/>She let out a sigh and drank the last of her cocoa and stood wiping a splotch of flour from her cheek from earlier that morning. She wore a flour dusted man’s black shirt that cut right above her thighs and wore a pair of gray sweats that she had to roll since they bagged on her. She wasn’t interested in fashion, having no one to really impress in the pack, and was content on wear his brother’s cloths since they hide most of her scared skin from their eyes and were comfortable. Ruffling her long white hair she was about to enter the house when movement caught her eye. Turing she scanned the area, feeling eyes around her. She was perfectly still, fear crippling her as her heart pounded in her rib cage. She listened for every sound, biting her lip to keep from breathing. ‘Did they find her? Was she in trouble? Was the pack in trouble? Should she call for help?’ Her mind went blank as she saw people stepping out to watch Nate and the pack. ‘The new wolves…’ she thought and turned back out of curiosity, her cold blood fizzling out the fear that she had just experienced. The first was a very pretty woman, something she hadnt seen in a long time since meeting Hayden, who looked out for her as much as the pack did. She had very pretty hair, unlike Lulu’s own scrappy white strands, her’s were a wonderful combination of red and browns in perfect curls it seemed. As she watched she could feel a connection with her somehow, which put her on edge. What could she have in common with a beauty like her? The next to come was a male and Lulu moved further back behind the post of the porch so she wasn’t seen. He was cuddling the pretty one and calling out to Nate. She nodded to herself that yes these were the new wolves and she would have to be nice and social. She hadnt been brave enough to show herself the previous night, and retired early totally exhausted with her day of cleaning, cooking, and training. Now she had to push through her shyness and be seen and talk with them even if they approached her. She had to trust Nate that he wouldn’t bring anyone into the pack who would turn her over to her father, but the fear of it still lingered in her.  She pushed her fear aside and moved further out of the porch, but was still hugging the post as if it were the only thing keeping her up. She didn’t speak to them but let her chocolate brown eyes travel over each of them to let them know she was here. Then just as quickly she dipped her head and moved back into her cabin to prepare for breakfast, knowing that after her boy’s sparred they could work up one hell of an appetite.<br/>