adjustments to be made
It was hard to believe her brother was leading a pack now. He had children, he was a ruler of his own domain, and she was part of it. Border patrols were something she'd begun to make a habit of, since her desire to wander made her itch to be moving more often than she rested. Her hulking form paced the borders with the sullen expression of a psychopath painted over her features. If someone had been thinking of invading, her expression might very well have stopped them cold. Her massive paws made little to no sound as she walked, feminine form sashaying across the lands she would now be calling home. The celestial titan sniffed at the markers, and decided to refresh them when she felt they were getting old. The emerald valley was such an open space, the sky seemed to go on forever and swallow the land at its horizons. Then, the willows were so close knit and claustrophobic. She liked them both equally, because they were polar opposites and she could visit either depending on her mood that day. Kohl rimmed eyes surveyed the landscape all around, searching for anything out of the ordinary. Her brother had gone out to meet all of the leaders of various packs, without taking her along. It was disappointing, she wanted to attend these meetings as well, to draw her own conclusions. After all, he had given her the title of advisor. Which was probably a good idea, her brother was the most reckless wolf she'd ever encountered. With a sigh, she ended her patrol route and sprawled herself out in the fresh grass spring had brought. The sun wasn't quite at its highest point in the sky, and she wanted to enjoy the warmth. Her winter pelt was falling out, leaving her with a silky and easy to maintain coat for summer. Not that she wasn't still a little shaggy when the heat took over the lands. Her family was from a rather cool locale, and it was in her genes. Resting her cheek against the ground, she let her lids flutter shut. It was a pleasant day, with a light breeze and the smell of renewal in the air. Maybe later on she would pay a visit to the little ones, or go for a hunt. The possibilities were endless, i she thought about it. |
Mithras had spent the better part of the morning looking for his sister. She had been everything he could have dreamed as far as her rank went in the pack, and further more as a sister. He had been busy getting things back together after the flood, and now these newcomers and refugees, well they had more young mouths to feed. That was partially what he'd come to tell her about but mostly he just wanted to catch up. Unfortunately, Caia was far too good at her job, and it was hard to catch her between patrols and hunts. Always on the move, that one! Well, he could understand that at least. It was probably genetic! - Mithras |
Her brother interrupted her lazing about, daring to comment on the singular occasion so far that day where she'd let herself relax. A low growl rumbled in her chest, tail flicking irritably in his general direction. He retracted it, naturally, knowing full well she could kick his ass- king or not. He joined her in sprawling in the grass, sighing heavily. Gods above, he sounded like he'd been a king for decades, not weeks. He commented on the nature of their existence, as though it were some sort of mystery to him. She snorted, curling one forelimb over his flank in a vaguely affectionate gesture. She used their mother tongue, as she always did with her family. Her sarcasm and eloquence simply couldn't carry in the common one. Not to mention, who could be bothered to use a language that wasn't naturally theirs when with their family? "Brother mine, you chose this- dug your own grave." Husky vocals retorted in an amused tone, nipping at the section of furred skin that happened to be closest to her. Mith sounded just like their father after a long day, weary of the world and somewhat philosophical. "But yes, it is quite the life you built for us here." She indulged him, grinning. "How are you enjoying leadership? Everything you thought it would be? Or have you made a huge mistake, as you so often do?" She teased, thumping his ribs with her paw. He had done so much in the short time they'd been in Alacritia, carved out a section of land to be his own, started a family- sort of. Yet, here Caia was, the same as ever. Perhaps a little greyer, but that was a consequence of being related to Mithras. Sure, she was doing her part to make sure her brother didn't do something stupid, but that was her job as sister. A soft sigh shuddered from her nostrils, gaze drifting up to the sky.
"Speech" |