Cover Every Base

Heavy paws coming up behind her made Kavdaya turn even before the male who easily soared above her height of thirty inches by nine inches, even spoke. While she greeted him with a friendly smile, her stance still changed automatically, taking on a seemingly unbalanced stance; one that might seem achingly familiar to the male, even if she might not be aware of it. Deep sapphire, amethyst sparked eyes regarded him carefully. He smelled… Familiar in a way that said family. Had one of her family members in the Nomads that had gone to see the world beyond the pack and find a niche sired or borne this fellow? He had deep gold eyes, and a powerful, sure build, well hidden under snowy white fur. He smelled like he was about the same age as herself, as well, something she jotted away in her head. Had any of her cousins or uncles and aunts left the pack five years ago?

She decided to test him. If he had come from the Nomads, even descended, whichever parent had been of Nomad descent would have hammered it into the brain of their children from an early age. His accent wasn’t like that of a Nomad, more Russian than Irish brogue. But there was perhaps, a hint of that familiar cadence she’d grown up listening to. "Aon deacracht ar chor ar bith, mo chara. Cad is féidir liom cabhrú leat le?." She answered easily, eyes searching his for any sign of recognition of the language. He carried no mark, and he didn’t smell like a healer, either. But not all descendants of Nomads became healers. After all, they had shared roots in a pack that had been renowned for their fighting skills. That was where their defensive tactics came from.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think