bend but don't break
07-16-2013, 09:17 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
The little camp that the Valhallan pack had made just outside of their flooded dens continued to disappear behind the slim grey wolf as she put distance behind her, forging a path right outside of their territory and toward a region of the lands that she had yet to visit and honestly had no reason to visit at all. She was happy where she was and with what she had and had no wish to change any of it, but past events had made one thing very clear to her. Compared to many others of her pack, and even a few that she had met elsewhere, her skills as a fighter, as a defender of herself and nothing more, were in need of work. She had the scar upon her back leg as proof of it, a reminder that she could have lost more than just her peace of mind.
And she was currently on her way to try and remedy it.
It was only as she drew closer that it might have been wiser to seek out a sparring companion from the Valhallan ranks. They were a part of her family group and therefore trustworthy on those grounds alone. They wouldn't attempt to unnecessarily harm their Lead Hunter if they valued their food stores any. But she was too far to turn back now. To do so might risk losing her nerve and her whole mission would have been at stake then. No, Ashtoreth merely needed to keep pressing forward and hope that when she arrived she might find someone whose skills she could trust to be worthy competition but not so harsh that she might have any lasting, hindering damage.
When at last her dainty little paws hit the plain grounds of the Battlefield, she thought she had found one. She had not attended the wedding of Epiphron and her Seracian prince exactly, but she had spotted the wedding party from afar, and here amid the stale scents of battle she was sure was one of those wolves. His dappled red coat was like a beacon upon the drab territory, drawing her to him with a fairly friendly wag of her tail, indicating that her approach was not meant to instigate the fight already and that she was here only with good intentions. He easily outsized her, sporting a stronger physique in comparison to her own lithe frame. Naturally this caused a smidgen of worry to enter her thoughts, but this would not be a similar battle to her last. He was not going to declare her a spy and attempt to tear a limb from her body. She would be safe.
She couldn't quite bring a smile to her lips, the seriousness of her endeavor suddenly catching up with her, but she did dip her head in a respectable greeting. "Hello," Ashtoreth stated at length, slowing to a walk and then drawing to a halt feet from him, perhaps a little further than necessary merely out of comfort's sake. "You...you're from Seracia, aren't you?" The question was intoned with careful curiosity, already certain she was correct but requiring the confirmation before she could address him as she suspected she needed to, as the Prince of Seracia.