Lotus

( THE SCHOLAR, LOTUS. PACK DIRECTORY BELOW LORE INTRODUCTION )

There's a wolf hastily scribbling away at something when you approach her. As a newcomer, you've gotten relatively used to being openly welcomed by a majority of the pack - even some of the more prickly ones - but when you open your mouth to get this young lass's attention, she makes a stuttered 'sh-sh-sht' sound to silence any attempt at greeting her that you might've made. She's writing... numbers. A whole lot of them. It appears to be calculations and graphs for quite a lot of information regarding the Mountain's Bloom as a whole; how many pups were born this season, what times, when new wolves came and went, new hunting parties, new scouts, etc.

When she regards you with those unwavering gray irises of hers, you feel frozen entirely. The warmth you'd grown used to was cold around her, as though whatever made the rest of the coalition so friendly was entirely void with her. Her dark coat shakes out, displaying scars and the vibrant orange flicker of grouse feathers. Clicking her tongue then tsk'ing critically, her gaze rakes over your figure with a clinical scrutiny, as though sizing you up.

" What do you want? You got someplace to go? Someone you need to know about? I'm busy, so make it fast. "

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