Talien found herself wandering through Taviora today. There was no place that she needed to be and well, lets face it, after spending so much time with Dexter AND Tuari on the hunt, she felt she needed some distance. It still stung her heart hard that he had chosen then mute black wolfess over her, but Talien knew she could not blame him forever. It was not fair to either of them. They were packmates and for the good of the pack she needed to figure it out in her own heart. The hunt had been a successful test, she knew that she could work with them if need be... but she still preferred to keep her distance.

She had been spending a lot of her spare time in Glorall too. Although her feelings for Thor were much different than those she felt for Dexter, he had needed her lately. Inanna had been the love of his life, and likewise Talien had grown to love the pale wolf too. She was a kind and gentle soul and what could have possessed her to leave her mate and child behind, Talien did not think she could ever understand. None the less, she enjoyed spending time with her imprint and learning more about the beach wolf pack. She had been surprised to learn about the abundance of food that the oceans offered and well, not all of it was bad. Her heart would forever live in the forests but the beach wasn't all that bad.

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as Talien let out a wide yawn and bent her body, stretching out muscles still sore from the turkey hunt. She had not remembered having to be so flexible when hunting birds but well, she had not hunted birds all that often... mentally she made a note to practice it a bit more in the future.

For now, she contents herself with enjoying the sunlight that peaked through the leaves now, dappling her silver white coat. Brilliant silver blue eyes gleam as she surveyed the small meadow before her den, admiring the brightly colored wildflowers that danced on the gentle breeze that brought it to life. Here and there, a bird let out a soft melody, calling to a mate or simply enjoying the beautiful day she was not sure which. Perhaps if she watched them longer she could discover their language... but now, she wasn't that interested. The soft sweet scent of clovers and the gentle buzz of bees that flitted from one flower to the next was enough to lull her into a relaxed and lazy mood. For the moment, nothing beyond her little glen mattered... Taviora was at peace... and so was she.