Delilah
Delilah heard the rest of the pack before she saw them. Smiling, she paused and closed her eyes so she could just listen to their voices. She absolutely loved every last one of them. She could tell the everyone except her and Daniel were there already, by listening. Trying to be as quiet as possible, she stepped closer to them and pounced playfully on one of the pack members. She couldn't tell who it was, until they both fell. It was Asher. He was on his back, and she had landed so she was lying across his stomach. "Hi Asher!" She giggled, happy with her entrance.
Daniel
Delilah had left without him, of course. With his hands in his pockets and his eyes following the little trail his sister had gone off on. A shopping bag hung from his wrist. He had brought cheese and soda. It was best not to ask why he had brought cheese- it was a long story. Dan plopped down next to Jake, sighing at his twin. "Cette fille est absolument fou." He muttered, and Delilah shot him a glare. "Je ne suis pas, vous intimider." Their father had been French, and they grew up knowing it. Sometimes they would speak in French, without even realizing it.