10-10-2018, 03:53 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]At one point, she would have complained about the heat, but now she was mostly use to it. She was just glad she didn't have a thick or dark-colored pelt, like Quill had. Sometimes she felt bad for the large hound.
The serval would inch towards the welcoming party, trying to get a look at who they were greeting. They didn't look suspicious, but she was still on edge, regarding them with a soft smile. She still wanted to leave a good impression. They were probably--hopefully--here to join, possibly hearing of their growing infamy among the other clans. It wasn't the kind of reputation she would have wanted, but it was what the others had decided, so there wasn't much she could say.
The serval would inch towards the welcoming party, trying to get a look at who they were greeting. They didn't look suspicious, but she was still on edge, regarding them with a soft smile. She still wanted to leave a good impression. They were probably--hopefully--here to join, possibly hearing of their growing infamy among the other clans. It wasn't the kind of reputation she would have wanted, but it was what the others had decided, so there wasn't much she could say.