[fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Valentine Wiggin stood in the middle of Bloodclan camp. Ok, she was here, visiting, against probably everything she, her brother, and her clan stood for– and, I mean, in a situation like this, one usually has a plan, right?
Wrong. Val had only planned up to the "getting into Bloodclan for a visit" part, not even bothering to think about what she might want to do while she was there, because who knew what would happen at the border? Now she was here, and the timber wolf had an increasingly powerful feeling of just wanting to leave now. What else was there to do? The Bloodclanners were friendly, they welcomed her in with open arms, and she'd seen some of the territory getting here. There was nothing else, really, she'd had in mind. Val really hadn't thought this out, had she?
Nope. After a moment's thought, she decided maybe she could have a Bloodclanner show her around the territory. There had to be more than just what she'd seen in coming here, after all. Mind made up, the red-brown wolf stood up and cast her golden gaze around the various animals in the clearing. Her eyes settled on another wolf, cream-furred with green eyes, who looked about her age, maybe a bit younger. He looked nice enough– maybe he could give her a tour.
The Darkclan drifter pushed herself to her paws and made her way over to him, slightly cautious but also intrigued. This would also be her first real conversation with a Bloodclanner... hopefully it'd go well!