The sheepish grin across the tiny girl's face breaks into an excited little giggle. Auri watches as the dark Pharaoh of Asteraia leaps over the top of her in one easy jump. She had not come with the intention of ruining the black female’s restfull day, but Auri had the deepest of respect for wolves that lead by example instead of barking orders from the back. Within a matter of seconds, the fawn girl was on her cream coloured paws and eagerly following in the larger women's pawsteps. The ache in her long limbs from being awake for over 24 hours, had been forgotten for the moment. But she is probably going to sleep like a log tonight … and snore like a bear.

Although the starlight wanderer had enjoyed their rest upon this lovely hill, the thought of being tied to one place, to never come and go as she pleased? That was scary. Auri would never be a proper recluse, she liked talking to and learning from others far too much for that. She would never escape the world entirely, but she would forever be building her own. Did she ever miss her days of being an heir? Being her father’s chosen princess had been an honour that she had worn proudly for the first three years of her life. Those carefree days are far behind her now. Just childhood dreams that have been left in ruins. She was who she is, nothing more but nothing less either.

She is deeply grateful to have finally found a friend in Moladion. She could feel her heart beneath her ribs flooding with joy. There was no ache in her legs, or burning between her toe pads, not while she walked beside her dark Pharaoh. Although Auri could never call the grasslands of Asteraia her home, she would be more than happy to return in the near future. Perhaps she could bring them more news from the neutral lands beyond the view of their meadows.

The Pharaoh asks if there was anyone in particular that she wanted to meet? Her amethyst eyes lit up mischievously. This was going to be the best game of hide and seek that she’s played in a very long time. In one smooth motion, the starlight wolfess spun once, twice and then thrice on the spot. For a moment she was a mini whirlwind of creams and browns. In a few seconds she had pinpointed all the wolves in the near vicinity. Many of which were resting, and Auri didn’t want to disturb their days either. “Them,” she declares pointing with her black nose towards a pair of young males that appeared to have a great and unbreakable bond (Ragnar and Floki). With a knowing twinkle in her wise eyes she elaborates, “They look like a pair of fine young fellows, perhaps they would enjoy stretching their legs for a while?” Auri is fully aware that she has selected siblings in the same litter, and there was a high chance they were directly related to her Pharaoh friend.

Taking the intuitive, Auri calls out to the pair in a series of yips that mimic the cry of a mother moorhen chirping for her chicks. When they return her gentle iridescent gaze she would great them cheerfully in her native tongue, “Óró 'sé do bheatha 'bhaile! come with us to Tír na nÓg?” Turning her attention back to the black female she dips her head politely, “After you, Pharaoh of Asteraia.” Was it strange that Auri didn’t care about her own inherited title but the thought of a loner leading an alpha out of their own territory just didn’t fit right in her head? Oh well, that was a thought she could ponder more on later.