Border patrol, with my Zildjian and Zigzagel missing, I have nothing to do but patrol. I hunt for Ragnarok and myself, I stay healthy, do not get me wrong, but this time of year is difficult without my mate and soul beside me to enjoy such a season. I miss them, my daughter and my love. I miss the warmth of the den with them in it. But, this day, I have to move. Dainty paws that match the snow take me along the range of Spirane, my opalescent gaze moves around and my light frame glides effortlessly over the rocks and dirt of the timberline. I do worry over Alcide, Moonglow's disappearance having put him in an odd mood, but I can understand.

I have been strangely...distant with my fellow pack members, not truly wishing to interact much now that my soul feels it is being ripped from my very being. I feel hollow, and more alone than ever, even when surrounded by friends. Given the chill of this season, the ache in my heart and body is more noticeable, it hurts to be without him this year. Ragnarok is nearly a yearling, his growth shocking in his first year, I suspect he will be larger than even his father. I am proud of him and all of his progress. He travels with me on most days, but not this one. Border patrol is simply too risky for me to let my dark son to come with, should I meet an unfriendly stranger or something, I do not need him hurt.

Thick feminine scents reach my nose, and they set the white plume behind me to wagging. My ethereal gait picks up and soon I am seeming to fly across the rocks and toward them. My pelt billows angelically in the wind I create, the chill now reaching my skin through the thickness of my winter time clothes. When I reach them, I am rather surprised to see a large female, I thought only Kiska could be so large. The other, smaller female seems to be rather expectant, and it is this that makes me speak. "Good day, I am Rejya. You have made it to the doors of Spirane. I am sure you were already knowing this, though." I smile, the Latina in my voice coming out to make me sound more like Isola in my excitement. Sometimes I wish we were not so noticeably related.

My light blue eyes meet both sets of theirs and I wait to see if the larger one will say anything before I start again. "Are you here for homes, or do you seek business with Alcide? Either way, I am sure you would be welcomed." I keep my face carefully friendly, I do not want them to see me as threatening, though should they prove to be such I would not hesitate to show my fangs. I may not look like much, my frame being made more for speed and grace than fighting, but I do possess a few tricks. I take in the appearance of both females, not missing how the taller of the pair seems to be a brawler. I have seen such ear scars on my own father since the day my eyes opened. I do hope they are here on friendly terms, they both seem so nice.

female :: seven years old :: solely zildjian's :: zigzagel & ragnarok (x zildjian) :: spirane