[open] skin to bone, steel to rust. [sochi + any]

[breach]

BREACH

Her mother has been fading further into the recesses of her own mind lately—and Breach had felt it.

The idea of the pack ran strong still, but it was Breach who did most of the searching for other shifters, not Sochi. It was Breach who looked after any that came through the borders to find whispers of the pack, and it was Breach who implored her mother to think bigger with it—to push it on faster.

But each time she did, she was sharply reprimanded.

All in due time, her mother had said. All in due time.

It was still a bitter pill to swallow for a mare so vivacious and ambitious, and she took to wandering the borders by herself. Today, she shifted into the same tigress that her mother only wore, although her own form of it was more juvenile and lanky—hardly the graceful, powerful feline of Sochi.

And it was like this that she found the group of them.

She watched from afar a moment, her feline eyes flittering back and forth between them all, her tail twitching. When the patriarch of the group—for how could he be anything else?—begins to walk away, she follows, doing her best to remain quiet, but knowing that she was not yet a practiced fighter. Yet.

When she is close enough, she walks from the shadows toward him, remaining a tigress.

“Hello,” her head tilts to the side as she sits. “You don’t live here.”

A question disguised as an observation, the intent clear on her face.

I want to swim until we both begin to feel the weightlessness sink in

so breach decided she wanted to come meet him instead. i hope that's okay!! <3