[font=georgia]Siren let out a breath as she padded across the Elite's new territory, the dirt collecting on the pads of her paws. A heaviness seemed to follow her, blue eyes just as neutral as ever but now carrying a slightly bleakness that was foreign to the personality filled she-cat. Her mussels seemed stiffer, her face harder, and mind busy. After a moon of seclusion, Siren was desperate. Desperate for a friend.
"Harley?"