The tree filled kingdom had been peaceful as of late. Since the mating ceremony for her and Amoxtli none had dared infiltrate their happiness with bad tidings and for that Shiloh was infinitely grateful. She had even gotten to see her eldest brother, King of Diveen. Heyel's legacy had continued to flow down from the blood of his progeny, Isola having now birthed two leaders. In a way Shiloh was secretly proud of herself for she had managed ruler ship even before Achilles, although that had never been her intention and it wasn't as if she would boast about such a prideful thought. She merely tucked away that secret sin in the dead of night as she curled next to Amoxtli, her prince, the one whom she had fallen madly in love with upon first sight. Even if he had not been a prince she fancied that she would have gone anywhere he liked, run into the wilds with him. It was fitting she had left Diveen to create her own identity and had ended up doing just that.
She hears the beckoning call as she patrols the furthest southern borders of Taviora, her ears flicking towards the sound and her mind lighting up. It would be a good time to go see who was out and about, to scout how many loners there were and also to recruit fresh blood. Amoxtli had made many friends in the last few moons. She was proud of him for that because once he became Guardian of the Forest he had broken free of his shell - and even before that, but he was a much quieter friend than Shiloh. Now he had proven to them that he was a protector, having defended Taviora from Jaidah. Shiloh had never doubted him. She had seen the fighter in him, the warrior willing to do what was necessary and distasteful in order to protect those that followed him. She loved him dearly for it.
With a decisive nod to herself the large female sets off at a trot towards the crags, bypassing the huge crater that made up the Mecor valley. She had inherited her large figure from her father's side and even her mothers had added to it, her grandfather having been an impressive figure himself. The sun shines against her matte black figure, highlighting the golden undertones at her hips that only the sun could bring out and also shining across the golden streaks on her upper maw. Royal blue eyes scan the area, flashing green starbursts within a lovely sight against the darkness of her body. Shiloh moves with grace that could almost hide her front paw that is twisted, a birth defect she had worked hard to overcome.
The group is large already and she spies Fritjof, the male who was working towards a rank in Taviora, and offers him a friendly smile and a wave of her tail. The others are still very much strangers and she moves to seat herself by Fritjof, watching the rest of the wolves. "There are so many who prefer solitude these days. Do you know any of them?"
five - queen of taviora - mated to amoxtli - isola x kane
|