06-22-2013, 08:01 AM
The Right Hand was present, dressed in her Lupus skin of brown-gray-tan fur, fluffy and thick and healthy. She didn't look much like a Bone Gnawer, perhaps more of a Child of Gaia given the patterns of her pelt, or a Black Fury given the authoritative presence the petite female managed to carry herself with.
She stood with no pack, but hovered near where other members of the Sept of Cold Crescent was. Though the only Caern was located in the wild and protected by the members of Forgotten Questions, and while this was the only place that true Moots would be held, The Right Hand was faithful to her cityscape Sept, and so she would stand with it instead.
When it was time to howl, her voice (unimpressive in tone but pronounced none the less) joined the chorus.
She stood with no pack, but hovered near where other members of the Sept of Cold Crescent was. Though the only Caern was located in the wild and protected by the members of Forgotten Questions, and while this was the only place that true Moots would be held, The Right Hand was faithful to her cityscape Sept, and so she would stand with it instead.
When it was time to howl, her voice (unimpressive in tone but pronounced none the less) joined the chorus.