Ayla had lost him, again! It was not fair, she huffed. Not fair! Not fair! She would glare at the earth beneath her sore paws, moving along endlessly. Alone, she was alone, in a foreign and scary land. She had never been away from home, and even if her home was wrought with famine and war it was familiare. Here, she didn't know what was around the next bend, didn't know what wolves she would meet. Oh, Nahid guide her steps as she moved along into the blind beyond. Ivet, give her the strength the move on, to find a suitable home for their pack. They were counting on her, even if her stupid half brother had left her behind...again. Her breath would catch then, for a moment before her jaw clenched, eyes set, ears forward. Alone, lonely, as she had always been. Surrounded by everyone but not warm. She had been refused any siblings by the gods, and her coat allowed her love and devotion but nothing akin to true friendship. She had never had someone she could really laugh with, and that was why she always turned her sights on Gwen. As much as they got at each other's buttons, it was the closest she felt to family. Even her mother had been distant, her father a warrior. She was a seer, a connection to the gods...not a sister, not a daughter. At least, that's how she felt. With a shaky breath she moved on, pressing forward with her eyes on the earth. She would search till the end of time, and maybe when she got to that finish line she might feel that warmth that should come with the good graces she had with the pack. Maybe then she wouldnt feel this relentless loneliness. Maybe then....Oh Nahid, maybe then... "Burn Baby Burn"

Her shoulder was finally healed, the fur grown back and just like new again... well, mostly. There may be just a few clumps of fur missing, thanks to Farrym. Said mischievous kitten was clinging to her back even now, riding along. He hadn't grown as much as she thought he would... it was slightly worrying, but the nearly full grown girl pushed it back into her mind. He was happy, healthy. And easy to keep track of since his favorite place was on her back. He didn't really have the urge to wander around. Nope, instead he liked to - Lillie froze and yelped as kitten teeth suddenly sank into her ear.

"Damnit Farrym!" she cursed at the kitten, who simply giggled. She shook herself, knocking him loose and tumbling him - him who was still laughing - to the ground, and she would eye him, nosing him. Of course, he simply was the picture of innocence, and the messenger would snort. "Do that again and we'll go back, and I'll make you walk the whole way," she threatened with a huff, before another sound made her freeze.

Her head jerked up to stare up the fjord, which she had been following around. It took only a second for her to spot the... creature - who was, upon closer inspection, a bright pink. What? She whipped her head around to Farrym. "On my back," she ordered before swinging her head back around, ears pricked. Her tail curled over her back as her companion stood balanced on her back, his tiny frame weighing barely more than the feather by her ear.

"Who goes there?" she called out, voice strong as her eyes continued to follow the fleeting pink shape.

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Ayla continued to move along, her eyes searching for any sign of excape from this cruddy cavern. What was this, anyways? She'd tilt her head as she moved, staring up at the forests at her sides, up and up. It was like she was stuck, in a cage, surrounded by walls she couldn't dare to climb. It was dangerous, wasn't it. It was dangerous here. With a slow sigh she'd lower her head and swallow at her nervousness. Great, just great. There had better be an exit! Suddenly she froze, gold eyes growing wide as she stared at a woman in the distance. She would freeze, all four paws square on the earthen floor as she stared. Her furs were a reddish hue, and she would slowly tilt her head, reguarding her. She was naturally larger (then again, wasn't everyone), and Ayla felt rather threatened as she woman shouted over the distance. But Ayla would use her best weapon and greatest defense. She smiled. Her expression softened, and she giggled, tilting her head almost cutely as her ears fell back, embarrased. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry stranger." She called over the distance, laughing again. "I seem to have gotten myself into a tad bit of a pickle. I'm horribly lost. Have I troubled you?" She would open her eyes, which she had closed in her smile, to regard the female, smiling her pleasant smile and wondering what she would do. If Ayla had to run, she might not be able to make it somewhere safe. Oh, hopefully Gwen wasn't too far from her. "Burn Baby Burn"

The pink wolf... smiled? Giggled? Lillianna was struck with the sudden resemblance to Arivae, though the two looked nothing alike. The giggling, though. Lillianna would approach just a little bit, front paws raised up as she stared up the steep embankment. Lost, eh? Maybe Lillie could help just a bit. She knew her way around, for the most part. Either way, this wolf did not seem hostile in the least, which was a good thing for Lillie. She wasn't exactly itching for a fight after the siege, and especially not when Farrym was with her.

"No trouble. If you'd like, perhaps I can assist you?" she answered back, voice, of course, raised so the femme could hear. She didn't know what to make of this exotically colored thing, with the giggles and the closed eyes, and the smiles. It was entirely un-Alacritian, though her fur alone was enough to point out she was not native to Alacritia. She had never seen such a hue before. It did make Lillie curious, though, as to where this woman was from, and she would wait patiently for the creature to - hopefully - make her way towards the messenger.

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Oh...wait. Darn. She really was in a pickle now, wasn't she? Her smile would never faulter as she looked at the woman, but her mind would spin. "Lost" meant she had a destination, right? Oh, boy...what was she going to say. She'd laugh again, almost weakly to herself before beginning to walk towards this woman again. There wasn't much distance between them now, and her smile never fell. Infact, she almost seemed to smile more. What was she going to say? Especially now that this stranger had offered to help. "Oh, you don't mind? That is so generous!" She'd grin then, ears pushed forward and her eyes shining. "Well, I'm looking for this place...oh, where was it now." She sighed then, her lips tilting up at once side as her eyes turned to the other side, thinking. "Oh, it had these...pretty trees and flowers. Oh, Nahid, where was it now." She would sigh again then and look at the girl, clicking her tongue. "It's hopeless." Her voice would deadpan, as she shrugged a shoulder. "It's more hopeless than I thought. It's okay, miss, I can find my way around." She would smile brightly then, tilting her head the other way. "Say, stranger..." Her eyes would trail over the little cat on her back. "What is that darling accessory you have attached to your back? It looks alive..." "Burn Baby Burn"

Lillianna would blink. It was almost as if... the woman didn't know what she was talking about. As if there were no place to go, as if she was simply wandering... and got lost that way. A place with pretty trees and flowers; the vagueness, the hesitation before the description... although, perhaps Lillianna was simply assuming too much. She would, however, give the pink - and gold, apparently - creature an inquisitive look, and slightly doubting at that last bit. Make her way around, huh? It didn't seem like it so much.

The Abaven wolf's toes dug into the ground when Ayla looked over Farrym, and she had to stop herself from growling. The woman meant no harm, she told herself. The woman meant no ill, just idle curiosity. Still, it took a second for her to push down that protectiveness - that she knew was ridiculous - and answer Ayla without a hint of a snarl. "He is alive," she answered, voice steady. "Farrym, hop down," she instructed gently, and the sand cat did as he was told, scrambling down and scrambling towards the paws of the pink thing. "Hi!" he squeaked, causing Lillianna to chuckle. "His name is Farrym, as you might have guessed - mine is Lillianna, by the way."

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Ayla kept her smile steady, her eyes bright, her expression simple but happy. Her tail swayed happily behind her as she tried to direct the conversation somewhere else. Lost, yeah right. Could you be lost when you really had no destination to begin with? All she needed to know was how to get back home and really... that was, umh. Oh, oh dear. Maybe she was lost. Blinking away the thought, she'd smile brilliantly as the little cat slid of the stranger's back, and oh my! "You are so precious!" She said loudly, leaning down to look at the cat properly. He was so tiny. "Look at your little nose." She cooed happily but not moving forward. Anything that small could be skiddish, and she really didn't want any new scratches. Instead she lifted her gaze up to the stranger woman, smiling and dipping her head slightly at the introduction. "You have such a beautiful name, miss." She said delicately, smiling before lifting her head up fully then. She let her gaze fall back to the cat. "And your name is almost as adoreable as you are." She giggled then, thinking in those seconds whether or not to introduce her to this woman. Oh, but it would be good, right? "My name is Ayla Verde Goran." She said softly then, looking at the woman, at Lillianna, evenly. "It's been so lovely meeting you. Would you mind so terribly if I picked your brain a little? I'm awfully new, and as you know, dreadfully lost." She giggled again, smiling still. She was used to it, but even now her cheeks almost hurt. Oh Nahid, what should she do. "Burn Baby Burn"

This woman was... so odd. Lillie had no clue what to make of her. She was giggling so much, smiling so much it just seemed... fake. Unreal. It was utterly, and completely, bizarre. She remained slightly on guard, regardless, even as the woman seemed to exclaim and fawn over Farrym. She blinked again at the compliment - "Thank you?" she murmured in return, unintentionally making the short statement a question, one caused by utter confusion. And then her next statement - Farrym most definitely reacted to that one, standing on his hind paws and attempting to reach Ayla's nose to boop it gently with a paw. "Thank you!"

Lillianna shook her head, looking back up at the stranger, amusement causing a smile to twist on her face. "You as well, Ayla," she returned evenly. She shook her head to the question. "Ask all you want." Although, the messenger was wondering if this strange woman would even have anything to ask; she seemed quite ditsy and absent-minded.


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Ayla would think then, wondering what the best way to get what she needed out of this woman. She didn't know this land at all, not one bit. She hummed softly at herself, tilting her head as she looked at Farrym. She missed her home a lot just then. Missed her family, missed her friends, and missed the ones that knew her really. She tilted her head the other way before looking back up at the woman and smiling bright. "Well, we're looking for a place to settle down, really. Do you know any nice places that might suite a big family?" She said with a laugh then. Oh, the Goran were rather large. They needed a beautiful place, something that was suitable for their prettieness. They deserved something amazing and it would be Ayla that would find it for them. Not that icky Gwen. She grinned to herself then, looking at the girl. "Infact, would you possibly be able to give me a little bit of a tour? It would be oh so sweet of you." "Burn Baby Burn"

Oh, a new pack? Ears pricked, and the woman would look at the other curiously. She did not seem much of a leader. Perhaps an advisor of some sort? Obviously, part of the original group that would found the pack, so friend of the alpha, perhaps family. Perhaps a diplomat. Ayla was rather good at seeming sweet; Lillianna did not know if she truly was or not, but it certainly appeared that way. Farrym would take Lillianna's quiet consideration of the other as an opportunity to rub against Ayla; a soft purr emanating from his throat as he did so, rising himself ever so slightly to rub his muzzle rather forcefully against the top part of her leg, being all adorable and such.

Lillianna flicked her gaze to Ayla. "Well, it depends on what type of land are you looking for - lush green lands, the desert, the wintery north, a mountainous lands, flat lands?" The East was more mountainous, and the South more flat, but other than that - mostly the same. She would nod slowly to the idea of the tour. "Yes, I would." It would be advantageous to her, as well - she was not familiar with all of Alacritia's lands, at all. She did not know, however, if she ought to tell this strange pink and gold wolf; perhaps after she learned more.