As the bright morning sun began to wane, Talien found herself wandering through the densely populated forest with a slight prance to her steps. She was quite pleased with herself and her tongue lolled from her parted ashen muzzle. She had not been sure what would happen when she first stepped beyond the borders of her family's pack. She had not had a plan, no idea of what the future would hold or what the world of a loner was like. Her parents, like the rest of the pack had frowned upon the loners life and it was not often that they would allow vagabonds as they were known, into the pack. None the less, the life intrigued Talien and despite the harsh words the pack had for those that wandered, the little silverling girl had bravely left behind her pack. No doubt by now they realized she was gone, but she could be replaced. She was just another face in the pack after all and easily replaced on patrol and hunts.

She had traveled long and far, letting the cool silver blue light given off by the moon be her guide over field and stream. She had come close once, to the man village. She saw the light of their burning flower and heard the baying calls of their dogs as they loosed them in the woods with shouts and screams. Avoiding them had been easy and she had doubled back long enough to rid them of their feathered birds that roosted in wooden boxes. It had not been out of need to hunt, she was quite capable of surviving on small mice and rabbits that were stupid enough to burst through the underbrush in front of her path, she had simply done it to prove to them that their dogs and blazing flower did not scare her. No doubt even now they huddled in the dark with their dogs, scouring the woods at night searching for her.... the thought made her laugh for little did they know she was far from their village.

She had come upon this land by happenstance, almost missed it completely has the undeniable scent of multiple wolves and the occasional barks and howls had not grabbed her attention. She had lingered on the borders for a moment, raven tipped ears swiveling atop her finely shaped head as blackened muzzle lifted to catch the oncoming breeze. Her interest had been peaked.

She had picked out a single scent then, and with slim, ash dusted muzzle raised she had followed it. It was male, whose color was similar to her own from the scrapes of white fur she could see lodged between bits of bark and caught within thorny briars. He was clearly marking a trail, for what Talien had yet to figure out. It seemed to wide a territory for a single male to claim, much less attempt to manage, plus he seemed to be heading in a specific direction and making his path clear. Whatever his reason, Talien’s interest had once more been peaked and those with fleeting steps she had followed.

The closer she came to the clearing, for she could see through the thinning of trees the dislodged trees felled from storms before, that he sat just ahead. Cautiously now she comes, opting to angle away from the clearly marked pathway and instead enter from beneath the low hanging sheltering branches of a conifer tree just to his left. Deep silver blue eyes take in his broad form for a moment, keenly judging whether her presence had drawn up any concern from himself. After all, she was still an outsider, a newcomer… a nomad. A single dial swivels as he speaks, his thick rugged tones echoing out across the clearing to everyone and no one in particular. For a moment she continues to stand, muscles taunt beneath the silvery gray of her coat. Had he been displeased at her appearance, he would not have made his path so clearly known, nor would his words seem to sound so inviting. Plus truth be told, Talien loved to hear tales whether truth or fictional. Inhaling deeply and squaring her shoulders proudly, the young silvery woman takes a few cautious steps closer and settles neatly upon the sand bared ground just to his left, letting her long sterling plume drape over her paws. A friendly smile ghosts across her ash dusted features as softly she speaks up, eager to learn more about this new strange place and whatever histories that had evolved from it. ”A monster so fierce surely deserves to have his story told to all! Let’s hear it stranger.” she purrs, letting her lilted tones hang for a moment in the silence that settles between them. Silver blue eyes glitter excitedly as she inwardly prepares her already racing heart to hear yet another story to pass down to future generations.…