Walk | Talk | Think
Anais was close by - despite the beauty of the Obsidian Beach, she found it easier to fulfill her duty as the pack's lead hunter within the bountiful Prairie - and stopped mid-stride as she heard the sound of Glacier's voice call out for her and one of his siblings. A little smile touched her lips at the familiar sound, though the undercurrent to it, one of uncertainty and concern, drew out a similar response from the golden brown wolf. What was going on to make him call for her like this, without the typical playfulness that she had come to associate with him?
Assuming it to be a matter of duty, the hunter turned and trotted in the direction of his call, though it was not the large blue frame of her boyfriend that immediately caught her eye. It was...Terrae? Was that right? Anais had not formally introduced herself to the wolf, a fact which she figured, after living here so long, was well and truly overdue, and made a note to fix it at some point. She almost called out to him at that moment, to ask where it was Glacier might have been, but as she neared, she saw him...and the weak, silver figure at his side.
For a sickening second, she thought it might have been the young wolf that had taken refuge in their pack recently, the exuberant young child that had eagerly received a lesson in hunting from Glacier. But as she neared she realized this silver wolf, while petite, was no pup, though neither did she look to be in very good health either. Her brow was knit with concern as she stopped beside the Elementas duo, and glancing between them her eyes finally rested on the unconscious form of the stranger. "Is she okay?" Anais asked softly, trying to stay quiet in case the slumbering wolf was not quite so far into unconsciousness as she thought.
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