Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20131225042819/@comment-7497475-20131227003942

Following Ambrose again, she noted the lack of Grimm. A lone Ursa, then a lone beowolf. It was odd, even to her. As he climbed up a tree and offered her a hand, Chamoisee didn't consider his plan, trusting this different boy's choice. Taking his hand, she joined Ambrose in his perch. Seeing the dramatic entract by someone, she couldn't help but shy away from the sudden appearance.

"Well, I guess uh, we have company."

Chamoisee was starting to return back into her shell, gradually hiding herself in her cloak.

''Ergh, people. Ambrose is alright, but how will others respond? He was quite nice, in his own way.''