Azra After yesterday's swim, Azra had known she'd wake up feeling sore and stiff. She also knew she'd be fine if she worked through it, and besides, there was a whole new land out there for her to sink her teeth into. She was hungry to get started. She was also just plain hungry. the stormy woman was used to this state of being by now, and scrounging something up was added to her mental to-do list. Behind her lay the coast, and with it the surity of finding something to eat, albeit probably something dead washed up by the fickle tides. She didn't want to take a step backwards,  though, and she was also growing very tired of sand in her fur, and her food. And so she decide to strike inland, and see what this place had in store for her. It was mid-day when she first saw anything of note, a grove of pale trees ahead clustered together, as if to protect something. Azra made her way toward them, but stopped in surprise - at first glance the entire grove had seemed to be dead, but now she could see she'd been wrong. Mosses and vines shrouded the ghostly trees, and their bark was white as bone, but the roots probed deep and strong into the earth, and their branches still offered leaves up to the sky. Despite the warmth of the sun, she felt a chill, but she was undeterred. Forging into the trees, the air felt cooler, and stiller. The heat of the summer sun was cut off by the close press of the woods. As she probed deeper into the trees, she began to notice something else. There was a ghostly light winking ahead, through the trunks. They seemed to thin out, and she found herself standing amid a ring of stones, looking in upon a pool that shone as if by enchantment - the source of the ethereal light. She stepped closer. Something stirred in the depths of the pool - a fish perhaps - sending up tiny eddies of light. Azra was spellbound. She'd never seen anything like this - could it be natural, she wondered? The trees had been odd enough, but this, this was astounding. What if this whole landscape was filled with such wonders? She dangled a paw over the mirror-like surface, hesitating before a smile crept onto her jaws and she splashed her paw gently down into the water. It erupted with light, and she grinned, gazing at the splendor. Then she dipped her head to drink. Ripples spread light across the pool, sending echoes of their brilliance onto the shrine-like stones and canopy of trees. The surface reflected Azra's features, illuminated with the strange light, but just in that moment, the image seemed to swim before her eyes. Was it her, or her father? Or someone else...? She shut her eyes and turned her head away, leaping away from the pool. Her ears were flat, and her hackles raised. She paced around the stony ring once, twice, torn between looking again at the waters - to seek the truth about the pool and the things it held - and between never having to look back again. "Speech,"

Regulus Anatolii Adravendi

The rabbit had been yet another creature that had thought itself beyond danger as soon as it had shot down into its warren, a bunny tail's breadth beyond the vibrant red muzzled jaws that snapped shut a second too late. It hadn't counted on there being a feline in its home, waiting to smack it in the face with a pair of paws, full of claws. So startled had it been, that it had doubled back, forgetting the much greater danger that waited outside. Alas, as the jaws snapped shut over the rabbit's spine, and it squealed in agony and terror, it wasn't given much longer to think of the irony of one's own home no longer being safe. Regulus carried their kill gaily in his jaws. It wasn't going to be much for the pack, and he had been wanting to explore, in any case, so in all likelihood, he and Cinder would probably eat this rabbit and catch a few others to bring back. His mother was aware of his excursion; he'd checked and received her approval. He wanted to learn more about the surrounding continent, and today was a good day for it. He'd already come across some interesting finds along the way; for instance, there was a pack right next door to Donostrea. The populace of it was small, their leader young. After the initial sniff of the borders to gain the information, he had continued on his way, skirting the border until he crossed the river that led south to the sea and Nephilim Island. He slowed as the trees caught his attention. Wouldn't his sisters love this? White trees, shrouded in age and mystery. Cinder leapt up onto his back, balancing with practiced ease, large light sapphire eyes gazing up as Regulus crossed under the trees. "N'fheadar cén aois atá siad ..." He mused aloud to the cat in his family's preferred tongue.. Cinder glanced at him, shrugging and answering softly, "Thar a bheith d'aois, ba mhaith liom geall." Regulus' paws fell lightly, despite his huge size, and he treated the place with a reverence borne of fascination and awe. Ahead, he heard a splash, and his steps, silent on the moss, faltered briefly, before he slipped toward the sound. He paused as he reached the stones; they were much like the ones on Druid's Moor. From within their circle, he could hear paws circling, their steps seeming agitated. A glance was cast back to the cat on his back, browpoints lifting slightly. She shrugged, and he nodded, taking the last few steps to bring himself between two of the monolithic stones. His fathomless sapphire gaze fell immediately to the most active feature, that of the female pacing, agitation clear in her posture, and her hackles, raised as they were. She was made of greys, her eyes the brightest point of her features other than the white markings. Judging by her scent, she was older than himself, though by only a year, if his nose was correct. And her agitation seemed to center around the pool. His eyes lowered to it, ears perking slightly as a creature left a glowing trail in its wake. No doubt about it, Baine would love this. His eyes lifted back to the agitated female as he wondered if he should wait for her to note his presence, leave, or address her. It would probably not be a good idea to startle an upset stranger by being there when they looked up, rather then greeting them. So he cleared his throat, offering a baritone woof, friendly, but respectful. "Good day." His words were accented with a faint measure of something Swedish, but mostly English and Irish in healthy amounts. Sophisticated, gentle, and polite. The thought did occur to him, at the back of his mind... If she was this agitated by glowy water, what would seeing a bright red, huge wolf like himself do for the woman?

He was a wanderer by heart, but his travels often left him lonely. Still, he liked his freedom sometimes, but the social creature that he was often begged for socialization. The Titan moved among the lands, his brightly splashed pelt doing well to stick out. Dual toned eyes searched the new place he had come to set foot on, the male gaining a sense of awe at the surreal feeling of the place. He was curious, the scent of others had passed recently but whether they came or went was not really his concern. Massive paws stepped quietly as he walked, the scenery around him not changing too much the further he went. Before too long, he would detect the stronger scents of others, his senses alert for any surprises. However, as he drew closer to the center of the territory, he spotted a grey toned female, and beyond her position a very brightly colored...thing. Another wolf? He averted his eyes slightly away from the red eyesore, his pelt unnatural bright. While his own was a collection of varying colors, he was glad his wasn't that bright. Stopping a comfortable distance from the two, he watched the agitated woman and wondered what could have made her upset. Was the other male bothering her? Or something else? Uttering a soft bark to announce his presence, he chose to take on a non threatening posture, though still confident. "Are you alright, miss?" "What I Say" "What I Heard" What I Think