Impatience was gnawing at the very core of her bones. Her body seemed to feel a longing to be back in the mists of the moors once again. To feel the moisture settle on her fur and to feel the touch of the reeds as she moved through them. The forests were lovely, they truly were. Surrounded by those she knew cared for her, bathed in their scent and their being. Well… the being of Cenna… was almost enough to call her to stay, to give up. But no, the crimes against her chosen family, all those who had raised her, the home that had housed her, and the land that had given her life were far too great. Iromar still called to her, still pounded in her blood. She needed to see it free of the reign of Aranck. She needed to feel the soft dirt beneath her paws and…
Pine froze, her forest eyes going wide. She could smell it. The faint scent of her home on the pelt of another. Moment after she picked up on the fresh trail she heard the short call of a wolf on the border. Soft lips curled for just a second over her ivory fangs and she raced in the direction of the call. Just before twilight, she kept to the shadows, circling around the seeming collapsed female that had approached. Before she got too close, the warrior took an evaluating glance over Malleah. The other female was clearly heavy with pups. Winded and sprawled, she did not seem as though she would put up, or start, much of a fight. But she still smelled of Iromar. She still smelled of...him. Having not intended to leave the forests that day, Pine had neglected to cover her markings, and her scent was her’s, though padded by that of Cenna’s and Taviora itself. To someone who knew her she would be clearly recognized if she were to be seen clearly. The young lady hesitated and ducked, hopefully unseen, in the brush.
Be warned, wolf of Iromar, you are not welcome here. Tell me why I should not call the rest of the warriors and guardians of Tavi here to chase you away? She lingered in the shadows, hoping the light and shadows would mask her appearance along with the trees around her. She was not willing yet to completely show herself, not until she was confident in the situation. Every sense was trained on Malleah, the call to the others of the pack resting ready in the chords of her throat.
HTML © RILEY