Ruieze Fields

Open fields and soft grass...
Ruieze stretches far in the midlands of Moladion, laced with streams that feed into Diveen and out of Asteraia at times. The fields are vast, filled with wildflowers and tall, soft grass; trees are sparse, as are rocks, but one can find small shrubs to hide amongst, and the grass itself. To the south of the fields, a Ruieze River widens, and the ground becomes sandy. There is a small, grassy island that can be reached from the banks, with water-birds often congregating on the island rather than the riverbanks.

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*hearts will freeze*
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The frozen heart is working meticulously on her fur. The girl had been trained to always, always look presentable. So she takes her time in grooming herself into utter perfection, so that she may not be stumbled upon looking out of sorts, after all the girl was raised to be someone of political standing. She was meant to look the part of contained intelligence. The girl has mostly successfully sorted out her coat, and yet it does indeed call for some touch-overs. The girl was almost satisfied with her soot and ice coat, and yet it was still not quite ready. The tail was the hardest to nibble and teeth into respectableness, and as she started unto it her ears flickered. Who or what held her company on this island?

The girl pauses her grooming as she hears a growling, and she looks at the strange wolf encroaching upon her. "Chase away your kill? I did not...." She positions herself in a less vulnerable position, her still slightly scraggly and unkempt water-logged tail flopping against her side like an abandoned carp. Her answering tone had been a seamlessly calm one, after all she had been in situations such as these before. Her scarlet eyes meet his, an unflinching calmness present in their depths. She is not intimidated easily, especially not under the pack she had lived her child-hood with.

Her posture is calm and loose, showing how relaxed and unthreatened she feels. The girl was a listener much like her sister, and yet she was also more mature and understood more. "I happened to like the looks of the place. Is it pack property or something?" The girl's voice is cool in it's inquisition. One may say there is hints of a more coy attitude in it's depths, and yet perhaps the girl was merely responding to the bravado and the glaring. After all the girl was almost positive this small islet did not count as any pack's territory- it held no scent markings.

She rises to her paws so that she can stand and not be locked into a laying position, and besides she liked being on more equal footing...so to speak. Her posture is still loose and calm, after all the girl had really not meant to lose somebody their dinner, especially if they could not find anything else. Her scarlet eyes are attentive as they watch him, reading into him in case he tries anything. "My name? Do you not offer your own?" The girl inclines her head as she holds his gaze. Wondering perhaps he might respond to her trained calmness.

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