She would cross her borders without a second thought. Things were about to change. She had spent some time with her son, and he had plans. Big plans. She had also come to discover that her neighbors had crumbled beneath the pressures of being a Queen. The pale bitch, Artemis was gone, along with whoever ruled the pack within the forest. A smirk would lift her lips. The girl had always talked a good game, but she was no cut out to be Queen, she couldn't handle the pressures.
Hips would sway as she moved along the western lands, moving into a forest that she had no yet visited. She paid little mind to the scenery, the beauty of it was lost on her. No, instead, she traipsed aimlessly, weaving in and out of the dense trees. Massive paws pressed against the earth, her movements silent. Things couldn't have been going any better for her. Her smirk was perpetually smeared across her dark lips, showing no signs of fading.
She was rarely traveling on her feet, considering she would have to stop and hack up mucus every couple yards or so. She was just starting to get over her sickness now, her eyes were no longer caked with blood and mucus, and her body was doing its best to relieve her lungs of the gunk that plagued them. It felt like she was choking a lot, and heavy sets of traveling only increased the time it would take for her body to renew itself. So, instead of traveling aimlessly around Alacritis, she would frequently bed down in whatever territory she ended up in. Today, she had stopped within another stretch of forest that seemed to be over run with towering willow trees. Slowly she would make her way through the forest, Marco leaning against her right leg as if he could do something to help keep her standing. The forest seemed to be void of life besides the trees, because there were no signs of wildlife living here. No birds sang in the tree tops, no squirrels chattered over nuts, and no deer could be heard bounding away from the duo. It was rather odd, considering the forest seemed perfectly inhabitable. After a few yards she would stop, her jaws falling open as she begins to cough violently. Her weak limbs cause her body to sway, and she leans up against a tree to keep herself from tumbling earthward. She is unaware of the woman who is approaching her, as her senses are jumbled up in the coughing fit she is forced to endure.
The sound of coughing would bring her back to reality. Her crown would lift, audits swiveling to pinpoint the source. It wasn't hard. A vibrantly colored girl leaned against a tree, looking as though she was going to start coughing up her lungs. Lips would wrinkle in distaste. But there was something familiar about her. She had only ever know one other wolf that was vibrantly colored. Viridiana. Was this a child of her? Nostrils quivered as she moved closer, stopping several feet away. Her scent was familiar, beneath the smell of sickness and death. Was she the little queen that had ruled the forest?
She didn't look like much. "You look terrible." She stated her thoughts, and the obvious. She stood tall, peering down at the girl. A little creature stood beside her, looking as though he wished to offer some more help to companion, but was failing miserably. She would fall silent, peering over at the fire engine red girl. She seemed entirely unaware of her presence, though her comment would likely alert the girl.
It was rather surprising to hear the voice of another wolf so close, and immediately her skull swings toward the woman to behold her form. Again she is surprised, this woman is familiar by not only her unmistakable scent but her physical form. She had come in search of the Apollyon's queen shortly after Artemis had handed her the crown, but Art had managed to meet her at the borders before Fia could get there. The meeting was short, and although Fia had not gotten the opportunity to meet this woman personally, she knew who she was. "I feel terrible." She responds between coughs, Marco dashing forward to stand between the two. His ebony pelt bristles as he sniffs in the strangers direction, his mind trying to deceiver of this woman would turn out to be a friend or foe. Fiamette's coughing fit subsides, and she struggles to clear her throat of mucus before turning her gaze back toward the woman, her facial expression dull and uninterested. What was she doing out here anyway, and why had she approached her?
The girl would look at her with a start, caught off guard by their sudden proximity. She would confirm that she felt as terrible as she looks. The little creature would rush forward, growling and bristling, as though he could really stop her. She would ignore the little pest, focusing instead on the sickly she-wolf. "Do I know you from somewhere?" Her crown tipped fractionally to the side, her eyes narrowing in speculation. Haunches reclined, her tail curling around her hips, she kept distance between them, not wanting to catch whatever illness her body harbored. Her red face was uninterested, void of anything. It didn't matter, the silver woman didn't particularly want to be in the company of someone sick. She only wanted answers. And she would get them.
