Rayla was washing dishes. A habbit that no matter what Alpha and Luna Marshal, said she wouldn't quit doing. No matter how much they tried to stop her detailed obessive cleaning she would doubtless end up cleaning something else. Two months ago they had pulled her from the clutches of group of rogues. It hadnt been good, even with wolf healing it had taken weeks for her to be able to walk again. She still hadn't shifted or spoken. She would anwser directly but mostly with one words anwsers but at most she normally only said one or two syllables. Her hair was braided but still reached her ass. Stray strands falling around what should be, and was starting to be again, a heart shaped face. Miss matched eyes one green and one amber brown. Her figure should have been curvy but for now it was all angles and baggy clothes. Now that the Alpha pair had moved her into the main house the pack was always around. Some one bringing her something they made insisting she try it. Someone else taking trash bags from her to run to the big trash. Older women insisting she come sit so they can play with her hair. As the the party approached more and more she wasn't left alone. Twice a year the three closet packs would come together for a essentially a large party. Letting family find each other across pack lines, letting mates recognize one another, and over all improve cross pack ties. Rayla was planning to go to the dinner to appease the Luna but hoped to slip away after avoid the other packs and the strangers.

Preparing for a party