Erani

The snowy Theta lay stretched out beside Cairo?s resting place, sunlight dappling her pale fur with brighter spotlights. As of now, her eyes were closed, hiding the deep blue pools. She gathered no herbs today, as she didn?t know if there would be any good dens in the pack land Chrysanthe had chosen. So today, she relaxed, soaking up the warm sunlight of late spring. She was old, but that didn?t bother her. She had lived a long life, and still had some time ahead of her. Her only regret was the missing children. Her children. A subtle fear that she might never see the sons and daughters that had wandered away. Nova? He was gone, and she knew, in her heart of hearts, that he would never be back. He was a chapter in her life that was closed. A slow sigh whispered from her nose, undertoned by a soft hum, as her ears lazily flicked to and fro, sending a fly buzzing away. Now that her brother as safely back, she could turn her mind fully to the future. Would Friction come to the pack, and bring his mate and pups with him? She intended to leave the slightly younger male with her title, him or Cael. Friction had the greater experience? She stretched, toes stretching wide apart before her body relaxed again. Preston had gone again, from what Surreal had told her. That boy was ever the adventurer. Perhaps it was just his calling. To wander the world and learn. Her mind turned to her youngest born son, Gabriel, a pang of sadness clenching her heart in its jaws. She hoped her son was alright, wherever he was in the world. She also thought of Castiel, who had been with his father on a learning journey. Would she ever see him again? Or Lyric? She thought she had glimpsed her uniquely marked youngest daughter at the meeting before the move.. Erani?s mind wandered through a forest of thoughts, eventually returning to the beginning of the original path. She would need to speak with Friction and Eria, and soon. Cormalin was ready to head home, and he wasn?t leaving until she was beside him, whether or not the others wanted to come.

The wolf made his way through the trees. This land was new to Newol. This whole environment was something that was just new to him. He was a brat from the desert. Some of his first memories where of sand and heat and darkness and not being safe. Some of the first footing his paws could remember was hard packed dirt so solid you couldn't dig through it without bloodying your paws. It was a harsh world. But from the day he'd been born, he'd done everything within his power to try and make it out of the dust.

And now, here he stood. Standing in tall grass and surrounded by green. The ground underneath his feet where soft like he'd never imagined it. In a way, the warm sun that came down on him was like taking a bath in pure victory, and the grass under his paws was a street of gold. He'd done what he'd said he was going to. For once he'd gone out and accomplished something amazing. His tail maybe wasn't as grand as the stories of the great Zaraidd kings, but it was certainly an uplifting chapter. However, as he walked along his path, he came up on what was a soar reminder that not everyone was skilled like him at staying just a paw step ahead of Pain and Fear. But then, as cowardly as that might seem, he had his reason. Every single one of the stories of the Great Kings was plagued with sorrow and grief consuming them at some point or another and them having to climb their way out of it. That's not what Newol wanted for the world. He wanted to leave it a brighter place then what he found it. And the tool of his choice with which to fight the shadows what actually surprisingly simple. Simply not inherently hating anyone.

But as he made his way into the glade, he noticed almost instantly a somewhat thought heavy looking wolf sitting over what might have been a grave. She seemed lost in thought, her mind wandering loose in other fields. The last thing he wanted to be was disrespectful, so he offered the older fea a polite bow of his head, nose aimed down providing an unintended but excellent view of he scars on his muzzle. With a soft and apologetic voice, he offered her his words. "My apologies, Ma'am. I didn't mean to intrude."