Haven: The Beginning

[Wylde]

"Oh, no no, I thought I might sleep in wolf form and let you have the bed? Tomorrow I want to go into town and look for a bunk bed. Like, there's gotta be a Target somewhere, right? I thought bunk beds might be really cool. But I didn't see any online that delivered here. Anyway. Sorry. Does that work?"

[Snowball]

"I've..." My voice lowers. "I've never slept in a real bed... I don't know..."

[Wylde]

"You--"

Wylde's rage chokes off; her hands begin to form into claws, but she controls the shift, taking a deep breath, then another. "Well then. I must insist on you taking it."

Desperate to change the subject, she adds, "by the way, offline I go by Wylde."

[Snowball]

"Thank you... I'm Snowball..."

I take a seat on the bed, rocking gently.

"Can I have some alone time in the room for a little bit?"

[Wylde]

Snowball. A low growl raises in the back of her throat, but she tells herself it's a nickname. That she's not being treated like a puppy someone got for Christmas. She's white, snowball makes sense as a nickname. 

"Yeah," she growls. "I'll go make pasta.  A shit ton of pasta."

[Ryle “Rocket” Arora]

It's a decent sized kitchen.I'm glad I picked this place. Of all the farms I looked at to build my eternal home this was by far the best one. A foreclosed on camercial farm. Two houses and a bunch of out buildings surrounded by trees.

It doesn't take long to unpack and organize the kitchen hopping around on my left leg the right one discarded. I'm getting ready to start chopping onions when I hear foot steps in the hall and rush to put my leg on. Tugging the pant leg down just as wyld enters. "Dinners not ready yet." I say picking up the knife again

[Wylde]

"Oh! Uh. I was coming to make pasta. That's about all I can cook. But if you got it handled, um, I'll... keep an eye out for the others? I think we had like two more arriving today?"

[Ryle “Rocket” Arora]

" should be three. But if you want to help you can peel the spuds on the counter and put them in that big pot on the stove."

[Wylde]

"Uh, okay, sure," she says, grabbing the peeler and getting to work. "I'm Wylde, by the way. BadGrrl."

[Ryle “Rocket” Arora]

"Rocket. SRA1762-tf497" I rattle off my id and screen name. "So what brings you to Haven?" If I'm going to live forever taking care of these kids I might as well start learning how to care for them

[Wylde]

"Oh, you know, this and that. Like I said in the chat, I got kicked out of my pack a few months ago so..."

Rocket wasn't as in the tight knit group, but they'd agreed to take a chance on her thanks to her farming knowledge and her promise to bring animals and make the place self-sufficient. But it meant she didn't know the rest of them as well as they knew each other. 

[Ryle “Rocket” Arora]

"Yah, mind if I ask about that? Don't know much about packs is that anything like a DD? Or is it more like 'you can't eat lunch with us cause you're a nerd' kinda thing."

[Wylde]

"...A dirty delete?" she asks, blinking. "Uh... no?"

[Ryle “Rocket” Arora]

"Dishonorable Discharge"

[Wylde]

"Oh." She blushes. "Yeah, it's a lot like that I guess. No other pack will take me if they knew I was banished. That's why I was doing the solo thing."