Risk Taking

There were so many things that still needed done. But she was taking things one step at a time. Among those staying with her and her family, she was evaluating them, trying to decide where they would best fit within her pack. Faite was home, and Castiel. It felt right to have most of her family back in place, and yet there were still sticky points; Sin’s maiming of Arian, and the plans Surreal intended to undertake in order to ensure he paid dearly for the attack on her niece, and for taking their home. But those initial plans wouldn’t be able to be acted upon until Celestial was up and running smoothly.

She padded silently, working on her Wood Craft, and the art of traveling without sounds through the terrain. By now, she had wandered the Estuary so often that she knew it well enough to know precisely where to set her paws. As she made her way along, the wind brought a familiar scent to her nose and she paused. Miksa. The ex Threarian male she had met on her last trip East. So he had decided, had he? She turned, slipping toward the scent, circling around to come behind the male, but still down wind, and finally, in a manner similar to her mother, she stepped into pace with the young male, offering a gentle woof of greeting.

“Miksa. How are you?” Her uniquely accented, warm voice was gentle, welcoming, as she allowed him a little personal space and a conversation. They had time to talk.

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