Distantly Related, Closer Than You Know

Kavdaya spotted the stranger as she looked up from the water, and straightened politely, giving the monotone shaded young female her full attention with what might have been an achingly familiar manner; calm eyes sweeping the female’s form in an automatic check for health before actually taking in her appearance,. Apart from those eyes not sharing the exact same deep sapphire as Erani’s, Kavdaya was also a full six inches shorter. But there was the resemblance in build. Kavdaya looked over the younger wolf carefully, noting that she was young, perhaps on the cusp of turning two. And she smelled like a healer. She carried no mark upon her brow, but then again, Nomads only received their first mark when they turned two, signifying that they were half way trained, and ready to leave the pack to continue learning on their own, or could continue their training in more advanced healing methods among the Nomads.

The younger wolf seemed to be staring a bit, before seemingly realizing her manners as she greeted Kavdaya. The apology was answered with a gentle smile as Kavday’s tail waved slowly behind her. So she wasn’t the only one finding familiarities in a smell? The girl had a familiar build, too, around the edges. “I’m Kavdaya of the Nomads.” A dip of the head was given, an automatic gesture that brought one’s mark to better view had the other wolves not seen it by then. Her eyes lifted, tracking to the stand of plants she had seen earlier. Oh. Woundwort. A good one with many, many good uses.

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