Why had she joined Secretua, anyway? The only reason she had even arrived here was because of the storm. Stupidly -- and perhaps a bit dangerously -- she had made the decision to seek shelter in a random pack's lands amidst the storm. It had only been by some stroke of luck that she had known someone within the pack, a male named Eirik that she had met once before and had honestly been intrigued by. Of course, her simple act of rebellion had helped her along; she'd decided, in one final push of defiance, to leave her family behind as the storm began to brew. Saga had known she wouldn't be missed right away, and even now she wondered if they had noticed the quiet girl's misplaced presence.
She was as quiet as a mouse as she traversed the prairie, her paws seeming to glide over the grass as she moved. The landscape was still this morning, the grass frozen over with the morning frost as winter slowly crept closer and closer. The sun overhead had begun to melt the bit of frost that had coated the land, causing the prairie to gleam brilliantly with ice and dew alike. A shiver crawled up her spine as she paused, briefly startled by the call of birds overhead. The silence of the morning has been somewhat enchanting but she knew the land was slowly beginning to rouse from sleep, and soon the solitude she basked in would likely be stolen from her.
There was little expression on her fragile features as she moved, her frame held low to the earth, the grass tickling her belly as she traveled in silence. The only sound was the gentle rustling of grass below and the shallow, steady breathing that escaped her throat in clouds of white air.
Alamea had watched as two of her children found themselves among the company of ?friends? during the storm, all too aware of her children?s reaction. In truth while seeing Kismet had been a surprise she had also not been too shocked. No it was Saga, that had come out of nowhere. Apparently her son had taken after Warja, a secret friend he had not seen fit to tell either his parents about. Not that Alamea could fault them, she and Rune hadn?t exactly been the most open about their relationship, keeping it a relative secret nearly up until her pregnancy.
Alamea sat quietly just beyond the grass, watching the plains. Autumn had withered many of the stalks and early morning frost painted them white. Soon they?d turn brittle and many would probably die beneath their paws and the snow. The grass rustled and Alamea honed in on the location. The small white woman crept through the grass, doing her best not to break the silence. Finally a small cream form came into view and Alamea drew up just a bit behind the girl. "Hello." She spoke softly, a smile tugging at her features. She had met Kismet, but the other young new recruit she had yet to actually speak with, perhaps that would change today.
Though she hadn't been alone when she lived in Sawtooth -- formerly known as Ludicael -- she was unused to being bothered. Saga was quiet girl, who seemed to prefer to keep to herself rather than interact with others. It took a long moment for her to realize that Alamea was speaking to her. She'd heard her approach and her caught a whiff of her scent before her arrival but she hadn't expected it her to truly mean to talk to her. The silence was heavy in the air as she turned to gaze at the woman. Though she was small, she had an unmistakable air of confidence about her, and Saga could only deduce that she was one of the pack's rulers, and likely Eirik's mother, given what little she knew.
Pale green gaze would fixate on Alamea as she studied her features, noting the small smile. Slowly she would mirror her expression, though Saga's smile seemed considerably more forced. "Hello," she echoed, pausing mid-step to stop and stare. She felt very much like a child who had been caught doing something wrong, though she had nothing to be ashamed of. All she'd been doing was wandering. "I'm Saga. Saga Destruction."
There was silence for a time, and Alamea wondered if the girl had even heard her when finally the yearling turned to face her. Seeing her more clearly she could see that the yearling just barely outclassed her in frame, though it seemed likely they?d be very similar in height. The cream girl had been the one that had been at her son?s side during the storm and ever since Kismet had first been introduced she had hoped her other children would find friends, even if they were beyond the pack. She could hardly fault them, she and Rune hadn?t exactly come from the same pack when they had met.
The cream yearling smiled, though Alamea didn?t fail to notice it didn?t come with ease. A greeting was mirrored back at the snowy woman and she resisted the urge to chuckle, the yearling clearly not so comfortable as of yet. "Alamea Kaname, and in case you didn?t know yet, Eirik?s mother."
