The female couldn’t help but wonder where all of her other old pack members were going to go. Andere was no more, as an earthquake ripped apart the land like a piece of paper, shreds of white barren on a land lacking in water. Dust had covered everything with a three-mile radius in a nice, suffocating blanket of solitude. Anyone who stayed within the boundaries would find no animal inhabiting there. So they had left, and the vixen was left to fend for herself in a world of darkness. Terrible as it seemed, but perhaps this was a blessing. Andere was forgotten within itself, even the wolves living within it barely knew who else resided within the territory. Even on days where they saw each other, conversation was minimum as none were really bonded together. A pack? Not really. More like a land inhabiting loners that refused to live in terror of anarchy.
So breathes filled with dust and pelt colored with a sense of debris, Mink travelled away, Munashii Gekko calling for her. Before, it had been under the same circumstances as Andere. Not many wolves had resided there, Serris rarely making an appearance himself. But perhaps it would take a turn. A new Queen, a new reign, perhaps one that would restore the quiet land again. And the vixen wanted to be apart of it. She sat her rump on the edges of the borders, carefully twisting her head as she listened to the sound of the new forest. But what was strange, she had not called, and instead had waited. It was not long before the sounds of walking lifted the girl’s pale and empty gaze from the ground. A light perfume snaked up her nares, almost pulling her forward. The fae smiled, rising from the ground as the Queen herself spoke. “Hello there. My name is Ameira - I recently took over this pack. May I have your name and your reason for being here?"
What a lovely name. The vixen opened her fragile mandible and let her lyrics slide atop her tongue. Sweet like honey, melodic and soothing. “It is a pleasure. My name is Mink, and I was seeking refuge within your new home.” Auds flickered atop her head as the sound of her voice quietly disappeared. The forest around was calling to her, begging for the female to start to trace it, learn the trails she would follow every day. Perhaps she would make her own and restock on the herbs destroyed in the earthquake at her old home. It always took awhile for blind wolves to familiarize themselves with new surroundings, especially those surrounded by boundaries and holding specific landmarks. But she was ready. Of course, if she was granted permission.
.: Thunderfoot :. |