Ah quiet. There seemed to be a lot of that going on as of late and the earthen femme did not know quite what to do anymore. She was a pack wolf, mother, yet neither seemed to really need her as Myrcella and Icarus were older and on their own. Having reached the ripe old age of two summers they seemed to enjoy being on their own yet to her they will always be her babies. As happy as she is, she could not deny that it saddens her to see them leave her den to create their own. It chipped away at her carefully sculpted image and life that she had forged for herself. It forced her to return to the real world and branch out. She was more than a mother. More than a number in a mountain pack. She was Nerys!

A small smile graces her dainty fox like face for a moment as she quietly recounts the pep talk that had propelled her to leave home that morning. She had taken her time mind you, cleansed her pelt of debris and ate a fulfilling meal. It was not like she minded getting down and dirty…it was more on the lines of representing her home. She felt pride in the mountain and wanted everyone who looked upon her and knew her scent to feel the same pride that resided within her heart. She had chased a few rabbits, then harassed a pair of foxes on her descent down the mountain before finally she was over the border and into the riverside. Well she was beside the river quite literally, having followed it down the mountain before bearing right. Her gait is relaxed as she meanders, and for the first time in a long time she recognizes the temperature shift. It was warmer down here than further up. It was rather simple deduction yet she allowed herself the moment to savor it.

Midday crept across the horizon only to find her pleasantly energized. She had come across several loners yet never stilled long enough for a lengthy conversation. Everyone seemed preoccupied and with winter right around the corner she really could not blame them. Not everyone had a pack to help look out for them and if you were a loner then you could expect lean pickings. Especially with this cold front that seemed to insist on assaulting the land. She had heard snippets of words here and then. Then like the good little wolf she was she had squirreled the information away just in case it was useful one day despite the slim chance. Besides who on the mountain would care…it was always cold on Spirane. So, when the weather shifted and offered little frozen bites of rain, she did not quicken her pace. It was second nature to her yet she did not relish the little pricks of pain and it was this that drives her to find shelter. Angling her body, she catches sight of another hurrying along, and she assumes his destination, so she decides to tag along. A soft woof is given to announce her presence before falling in line beside the large male. Yet after drawing alongside him she realizes that they were actually quite similar in height and weight.

”Hello, I’m Nerys.” Her vocals are amenable as she ducks into the cave right behind him. Only to draw up right in his face, snout to snout. ”Um, cozy yes?” She smiles then, the gesture warm and full of mirth as she ducks her head as he shakes his fur out before taking on a more mischievous glint. ”My turn!” Stretching out as far as she can in the tiny cave as to get as much moisture on him as possible she gives herself a rigorous shake. A soft laugh playing from her throat as she ends with a lively flick of her tail in his direction. Still giggling she settles down, giving him her undivided attention as she sweeps hazel green eyes down his dark form. He was wet so she couldn’t quite place his coloring yet she really did not care at that moment for something else stole her attention. He had CURLS! ”Curls! So beautiful!” Her energy was so electric and charged that before she knew it she had leaned forward and dragged her tongue across the large curled wisps on his chest. Shock freezes her then as every fiber within her being turns to stone, head tilted up to give him her largest doe eyed expression, while her tongue was still very much buried within his luxurious fur. She pauses to see what he would do next, and if he did nothing within those few precious moments, she would then allow her tongue to pass through the curls again. All the while never moving her gaze from his.

~If you don’t want her to be so intrusive just let me know and I will rewrite this post.~