WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING // o, joining

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Centuries spent on this earth and yet, she had never seen anything quite like Serket. She appeared to be relatively normal - earrings, pretty face, a pelt a little darker than hers - but despite all that, Margaery still couldn't help but permit her stare to travel to the tail, vague curiosity gleaming within the depths of her gray eyes. She would not lie: seeing a hybrid such as this one fascinated her, but she had a feeling that asking anyone about their massive, poisonous tail wasn't the best of ideas. Especially when they hadn't actually joined the clan yet.

She instead opted to join her clanmates silently, forcing her eyes to return to Serket's face and reminding herself that a lady of her nature did not stare so openly, so judgmentally. She didn't seem particularly hostile but then again, anyone in the possession of venomous fangs and a giant scorpion's tail could not so easily be labelled as 'hostile' or 'not hostile'. At this point, it would be for the best if she continued to not say anything. Her clanmates had covered all the necessary bases anyways, all she needed to do was introduce herself and she could easily do that just as soon as they figured out her business for being there.