The Starlight Wanderer had been meaning to visit the coastline for a while now. In fact it was one of the reasons she had made her way to Malodian in the first place. A meandering journey that had taken the little wolf four years to complete! Then again, Auri was never known for getting anything done quickly, in fact her family would always joke about it. They had dubbed it ‘Auri time’, which basically meant “she’s probably somewhere daydreaming again!”. Come to think about it; she probably gave her poor old father a heart attack or stroke on several occasions. It was not the done thing for a princess to be tardy. Well, Auri never asked to be born a princess in the first place. At least she could be relied upon to fulfill any promises she had made to the best of her ability. Auri had never been one to bend or break her vows, at least she could never be called a rotten liar. There was nothing she hated more than dishonesty.

Do not mistake her rebellious nature for callousness. Auri loved her father but she had always been closer to her mother. Legend has it that Belladonna washed up on the beaches of King Haggard’s realm. No one knew who the strange white wolfess was. A smell of a far off forign land still lingered on her coat despite the many days the stranger had been adrift in the ocean. The pack had originally thought she was dead but she arose after one of the youngsters poked her side. Haggard and the rest of the pack tended to her injuries and gave the washed up drifter some food. Belladonna was never meant to stay, the plan was always to send her on her way away she was strong enough to leave.

Once it was known that Belladonna couldn’t go home because there was no home to return to... Well, fate is an interesting but fickle thing. Auri stood proudly on the cliffside and felt as the salty wind pulled and curled through her fawn coat. Her mother had been born somewhere along this sandy coast. Though she is not entirely sure where exactly? Could it have been in that cave yawning widely against that cliff face? Or maybe her grandparents could have made a nice little shelter amongst those grass tussocks? Or she might have even been born on one of those numerous islands poking out of the waves. Auri would have sighed but then she would have dropped the small bouquet of white briar roses that she was carefully holding onto between her jaws. There was no way she would be able to find the exact spot where she needed to lay these for her mother’s spirit.

Amethyst eyes stray down to the stretch of beach directly below her where she finds a wolf. He seemed to be tugging something. A basket full of fish? How ingenious! 'He probably knows more about this place than I do, there is a chance he might be able to help me.' Taking one deep breath to stoke herself she then breaks into a brisk trot. Finding the nearest rocky path she descends the cliffside with surprising swiftness. Her little paws slipped easily into the paw prints that have been left by countless wolves before her. Just being here made her feel closer to her dear departed mother. By the time she had caught up with the stranger he had already made himself comfortable. The little wolfess continues to trot forwards. Her cream legs lifted high off the ground in graceful movements like a doe while her fluffy tail swayed to and fro behind her. On the surface she looks friendly but her heart was fluttering with anxiety. 'Please let this guy be friendly.'

She slows before coming to a halt a short distance away from the gentleman she has so abruptly imposed herself on. Dipping her petite head she nods to him before she carefully places her delicate bouquet of blooms safely between her paws. “Hello there,” she smiles sweetly while lifting her head, “my name is Auri and I hope I am not intruding?” The loner holds herself well, some of that rigorous training from her nannies suddenly flooding back into the subconscious side of her mind. She tries to conceal it but there is a pleading look in the depths of her iridescent purple eyes. It was never good look to appear desperate on a first meeting.