Life had fallen into a steady sort of rhythm for the golden woman. All of her children still piled within their sizeable den each night with enough space for Ragnarok to still curl his large, gray form around her own. It was a life she had never imagined for herself, but a life she would not trade for anything. She had her heart and soul and her beautiful, growing children, and as she breathtaking views of the lands of Moladion below. Their den was high in the mountains, nestled on one of the highest peaks that Spirane could boast and long founded by Ragnarok’s family before either of them. She was seated on the small, grassy expanse just outside of the den that ended in a drop off that offered the views of the lands below. It was here where she lounged almost daily when she wasn’t off hunting for her own family or those that could not provide for themselves, taking her new duties as Courser very seriously.

Due to her position the call was faint and fleeting when it finally reached her, small golden ears twitching trying to catch what part of the sound she could. Her slender head tilted at the message before excitement sparked in her aquamarine eyes. In a flash she was up, sprinting down the familiar paths that would take her to where the caller stood awaiting. She flew over what could well be treacherous rocks and dangerous chasms, but with her small lithe form it was all a well-rehearsed, graceful dance.

It didn’t take terribly long to reach her destination, the summer shine shining warm against her golden back as she pulled to a stop before the white woman. Her sides heave as her pink tongue lolls out the side of her muzzle but it doesn’t cover the smile that graces her foxlike features. “Hello there! You must be Sway, I’m Church. A pleasure to meet you.” She greets her warmly as she would anyone she has just met, friendliness sparking in her sea blue eyes.