Grizzly Dance [Makhai]

Spring moved along at a sedate pace, though she’d heard the coasts were getting bombarded with hurricanes. Valhalla had been hammered with the rains brought by some of them, and the winds. Luckily, there wasn’t a great deal of damage to the pack’s lands.

It was a full moon, and the moon hung high in the sky as the former queen strolled across the Dancefloor with the Elder of the Nomad chapter. The Chapter would be moving on, soon, traveling the world. Another would likely come along, and of course, Valhalla’s next Festival would bring many of the Chapters together again to hawk their wares, see old friends from other Chapters, and watch the wolves of Boreas and Auster interact.

The conversation rattled along at a smooth, lilting pace, fluid and graceful in the Old Tongue, with soft laughter interspersed, before the earth and stone-colored Elder dipped his head in parting and returned to the Nomad’s camp.

Aurielle walked on, mane flowing on the breeze, tail fluttering, before a grumpy growl, a good while later made her sigh internally.

Heavy paws thundered on the ground, and at the last moment, Aurielle twisted to one side to let the large grizzly boar barrel past, and ducked in to slash her long canines over the beast’s hind leg before dancing back as the animal whirled with a snarl.

“What is it with you beasts that has you going after us simply for walking past?”

The bear chuffed pithily in response to her exhasparated query and charged.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think