<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cyfd4XcioBg/VCED7rSZ77I/AAAAAAAAUlU/hLQkLlcw6Ho/s1600/tumblr_n4whivM2Z81sktp8ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Dove of Winter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16378622#msg16378622) "Kerr"<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>a white lace cover-up over that tank-ini and white classics...<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>A nearby beach.<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Noon | Thursday July 6th 2023<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>ohhh that's strange....<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Dark Claw | Nakia Steele</span><br/><strong>MUSICAL MOOD:</strong>Pretty Fly For a White Guy - The Offspring (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QtTR-_Klcq8)<br/><hr/><br/><em>As Dove sauntered along, she listened to the little pearls of wisdom her nominal Alpha dropped by the wayside. Most of what he said was just good sense, right? Don't get noticed, don't get others like you noticed, avoid drama and bullshit. Easy peasy. However, she had no idea what a Shadowhunter was nor did she understand why they had the right to punish her. The closest she could come was a police force for wolves and other things that should not go bump in the night...but do. Did they have badges? Big guns? Swords? Police cars that went whee-whoo and made her ears bleed?  The Accords must be like laws for spooky things...Not that she thought of herself as spooky. She was adorable...<br/><br/>Just as she was about to respond, another person joined them. Dove found herself unabashedly studying the other feminine personage, a small smile hiding in the corners of her lips as DarkClaw and the woman bantered back and forth about someone named Craig. Dark eyes skipped over a few people and landed upon a man at the grill before slipping back toward the looker with a sausage in hand. The rumbling purr of the other woman's contralto sent a shiver skittering along Dove's spine, but she only nodded once Dark Claw introduced her, a small hand reaching for the unmolested bratwurst in a bun. Without adding anything to the gift of food, the small woman took a nibbling bite and grinned.</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"And here I thought I smelled okay today..."</span>Dove lilted, her husky soprano touched with teasing undertones.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Wait, Ima recruit? Are we at war?"</span>Were they fighting? Why hadn't anyone told her? With a sigh, Dove shifted slightly in an attempt to take in the others playing some kind of frisbee down the beach. A melange of scents made a home within her sensitive nostrils. However, the she-wolf nearby overrode everything with her commingling of deep pine and lake water. Dove found the combination intriguing and allowed a small grin to touch down and remain.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"It's nice to meet both of you.  My family name is Kerr...but I have always gone by my title whenever my family was introduced to lone wolves or those passing through Anchorage on their way...elsewhere."</span><br/><br/>Finally, the young woman took a few steps away from the pair and finished her food quietly. Once the food was gone, she turned toward Dark Claw and pondered,<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I don't have to give up my apartment, do I? I mean, until today, I had never really stepped into the Shadows. Blending in has always been my pack's way."</span>Would she have to retreat from her jobs and her small apartment out in the "real world," or did they have places to meet and such? That thought drew one more question to the fore.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Do you all have a safe meeting space or stash spots? At home, I had a multitude of places to disappear. Here? I've only my apartment..."</span>She shrugged.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I did not want to appear nefarious and had no idea how to handle the switch between the world out there and the place my mum said I should be."</span><br/><br/>Slipping over to the cooler, the young she-wolf snatched up a beer and cracked it open. Her nose wrinkled in distaste at the scent, BUT she took a long pull anyway. Thankfully, the golden liquid TASTED better than it smelled. A dark gaze flitted back toward the other female wolf and lingered for probably longer than it should have. However, it was not meant as rudeness, and the words that slipped from the small woman only underlined that.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I don't think I properly heard your name..."</span>