Sila

i can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart

He rolled and she flops in the opposite direction, lazily rolling over one final time before plopping off the rock with a satisfied umph. Truly, a graceful display of their blood if there ever were any, what with the two of them so unrefined in those moments and yet, she has hardly the mind to care for such folly expectations. She is prim and proper every other day and for today, she is inclined to give in to all the silliness and joy of being young.

She giggles at his joy, shifting her weight and raising a brow before she chortles back with a lingering grin. "Oh, have you considered living the life of a bard with such poetry on your lips, brother?" She toys with him them, sticking her tongue out and twirling on the spot with a wave of her tail. "I would have to fight the ladies off just to see you, I'm sure!" She goes, then, to dramatically flop as a swooning woman might and yet, she fell into a playful bow before she could, snapping her jaws in eagerness before he takes off down the path.

It takes her a moment to catch up to him, his strength assuredly more than her own, and yet when she does, she nips out at his tail before pouncing up beside him and falling into stride. As they journey, she sniffs at the air with the occassional hmm, eyeing each twist and turn suspiciously as they move westward. It takes them some time before the stones begin to truly look different and the air begins to shift to something fresher. The mountain is surely disappearing beneath their feet and yet, she is marvelled that they cannot see it! It seems so close to the borders that the earth flattens and the sees recede, peppering the terrain only slightly.

"I do wonder why nobody comes out this far," she hums almost to herself as she looks about, even eyeing the sky through narrowed, almost suspicious eyes. "Spirane could be a thousand times bigger if we all just made each border patrol several minutes longer!" She wondered, then, with a slight pause in her step, if they had only avoided doing so because the land became so flat. Had the terminilogy of their name - the mountain pack - been enough to constrain them? So deep in thought she had become however, that she had not stopped to consider the ever growing scent of another creature in the wind...