Big dreams that take us far away
Sigrun & Sirius
Sedna
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Healer (240)
Chaotic
8 Years
Female
35
NachoMumma
Grey eyes turned to take in her yearling niece, “You sure you’re ready to settle down?” She teased lightly, bit late to change their minds now, right on the borders of a pack land no less.
When they finally arrived at the tall grasses, her aunt spoke. Of course she knew why they were there, and what that meant for her, but she wasn't particularly happy about it either. Returning to pack life meant returning to boredom, responsibility, everything she had been so eager to leave behind, but in their current state it could not be helped. There were clearly many things they did not know about this world, and so it seemed necessary that they should join the armada.
"Of course. You know I love taking orders." Siggy's sarcastic tone was accompanied by the sly tilt of her lips as she met her aunt's gaze. "What about you? You sure you're ready to... do this all over again?"
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
11 Years
Male
51
Seadragoness
At his father's behest, Mortis ran ahead as they neared the pack lands. Racing across the border, and through the familiar lands of the Armada. Here was the place he had been born, and he knew no other as well as the Armada. He skidded to a stop at the doors to a cellar, and pried them open. Panting from the excursions of the day.
He walked into the cool belly of the earth and past the meats, dried and preserved in different methods. He grabbed a carry sack, and stuffed his favourite portions of meat inside - some honeyed, smoked deer he had helped to cure with Io. A small assortment of fish - they had said they lived by a lagoon, right? Perhaps the fish would be a taste of home for them. Or not, but it was worth a try. Lastly, he grabbed for two leopard coats. The furs softened by soaps, and luxurious to the feel. He rubbed his nose in one, before draping both over his back.
He trotted back out of the celler and closed the doors behind him. Turning, to find Sirius and co already there. With a wag of his tail, and a glance at his dad, he began the traditional questions. “Would you like to pick a premade den, or dig out one or ones of your own?” asked the boy laden with supplies.
Sedna
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Healer (240)
Chaotic
8 Years
Female
35
NachoMumma
Silver eyes cast across the plains, eyes settling on distant dancing trees with a homesick smile. Their arrangement with Ashen was much like that of the Scowle and the Willows, hardly an adjustment at all for the soot coated woman, though she would want to make herself familiar with the scents so she didn’t accidentally bail someone up that was authorised to be there. Her smile softened when Mortis arrived, weighed down with supplies, strange spotted pelts and preserved meats. “ I won’t speak for Sigrún, though of course she is welcome to join me. I think, if it is permitted, I would like to dig a den out for myself closer to the willows.” Except for in the very depths of winter, she had always been more of an open air sleeper, only retreating to the communal den when survival necessitated it, but something told her with the provision of furs that perhaps the weather here might be more fickle than she was used to, and it would be advantageous to have a place to call her own.
Sigrún noted the subtle shift in Sedna's features, but chose not to push the boundary any further. The fact that they would need the safety such a pack had to offer while they figured this strange world out was indisputable, and Mortis' easygoing attitude was a welcome change of pace.
Sirius announced their arrival, and spoke of a sister pack of sorts. That was fascinating in and of itself, but there would be time for questions later. For now, she chose to trail behind the others, taking in all of the new sights and scents the Armada had to offer. She had never set foot in her grandmother's birthplace, and yet this place reminded her of the stories she'd told. Perhaps it was the obelisk that hinted at the Scowle, or the willows that spoke to the Ridge. The feeling it elicited within her was strange, and almost uncomfortable. For the first time, Sigrun felt small in this big world.
Peachy eyes flickered to Mortis as he returned, supplies draped over his back, and then to Sedna as she spoke, "I'd also like to be closer to the willows, if that's okay."
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
11 Years
Male
51
Seadragoness