AlwaysFaithful
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Katherine Doyle walked down the street leading back to the large Victorian style home that she shared with her pack. They were small, only a pack of eight in total. She was a bit of a loner, only with this pack for convenience, but she was an incredible fighter so the leader of this pack of strays had accepted her. They lived together in a rather large human town, by the name of St. Thomas. Flicking a strand out of her dark mahogany brown hair out of her face she stepped inside, they lived on the edge of town, surrounded by a thick covering of trees, it was unlikely that any humans might wander past the iron gated drive to see the massive wolves that romped in the back yard.
Pale grey eyes looked around as she walked into the kitchen, putting the groceries on the counter. Kat was small for a female shifter, at only 5'6" and an athletic 120 pounds, her skin was the color of gold dust. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a black tank top, it exposed various scars on her arms and across her shoulder blades. She'd left her birth pack due to a disagreement with the Alphas, she'd wandered as a loner for several years before finding this pack. She wasn't sure how long she'd stick around, but three years since she'd joined and she was still here. Putting away the groceries she left the kitchen and went outside, shifting to her wolf form. Her wolf had been particularly quiet all morning, so this was Zaria's reward, a bit of freedom. The chocolate colored wolf with gold eyes stretched out in the sunshine, relaxing as she watched a pair of male wolves spar, their mates laid in the sunshine, content to watch their mates.
((Ugh, sorry it's so rough, my starters often are :/ ))
Pale grey eyes looked around as she walked into the kitchen, putting the groceries on the counter. Kat was small for a female shifter, at only 5'6" and an athletic 120 pounds, her skin was the color of gold dust. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a black tank top, it exposed various scars on her arms and across her shoulder blades. She'd left her birth pack due to a disagreement with the Alphas, she'd wandered as a loner for several years before finding this pack. She wasn't sure how long she'd stick around, but three years since she'd joined and she was still here. Putting away the groceries she left the kitchen and went outside, shifting to her wolf form. Her wolf had been particularly quiet all morning, so this was Zaria's reward, a bit of freedom. The chocolate colored wolf with gold eyes stretched out in the sunshine, relaxing as she watched a pair of male wolves spar, their mates laid in the sunshine, content to watch their mates.
((Ugh, sorry it's so rough, my starters often are :/ ))