[Claiming] An Omen In The Stars

She was sorting herbs - a forever enjoyable activity to the healer - when she heard her cousin's voice roll through the plains, puncturing her contemplative mood. She'd seen Surreal leave the cave a few minutes ago, but beyond noting the determined set to her cousin's frame, she'd been too preocuppied with the plants to notice. The call of Claiming. She'd heard it before, though never with the Nomads. Nomads never claimed a land; they moved over it, going from place to place, staying a while, then moving on in the never ending search for knowledge and those to teach.

The snowy healer popped to her paws, taking off down the ravine, having leapt the cave's three natural stone steps in one bound. It took her little time at all to reach her cousin and the massive red male that was to be the heir to the pack. Her amethyst flecked sapphires surveyed the three figures on the boulder warmly before she smiled, dipped her head in a respectful boy, and sat before the boulder. "You know where I stand, Cousin Surreal." She offered, Irish accent lilting and cheerful on her velvet tones.

A pack to call home. One with family and friends both. She looked forward to seeing what the future might bring.

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