My bloody valentine
01-06-2016, 02:01 AM
Her breath came out in heavy puffs as she loped across the territory. She had to slow her pace for a bit in order to catch her breath, before she'd continue running. She'd just come from the meeting, the forming of the new pack, her new home in the Emerald Valley... oh gods, what was it called again? Argead! That was it, right? It had been such a spontaneous decision, and for the duration of the meeting she'd felt like there were ants crawling through her pelt - she could hardly focus. She couldn't get away from there fast enough. She hardly knew her Alpha's name, nevermind anybody else's. Everything about it made her uncomfortable - the mass of unfamiliar faces, the pressure of committing herself to something she wasn't quite sure about... what had made her decide she should join at all? The scent trail she was following. Miksa's scent. She was sure that was why she had chosen to join a pack. There was no other reason that would drive her to plant her roots somewhere. She hadn't seen him at the meeting, so now she had to find him, to let him know that the home he'd been offered had finally been secured. She was surprised that he'd missed it, that he'd come so far south, but he needed to know that he wasn't homeless anymore. But the further she got, the more muddled his scent became, mixing with the scents of other passing wolves. She felt like she was losing track of his trail quickly as she made her way to a stunning oasis, smack in the middle of this desert region. The few trees were exotic, plants she'd never seen before, and she could see why this place might draw a lot of attention from passing travelers, or even regular visitors. Then she saw it. His white coat, nearly unmarked by any other color, save for the dark markings around his eyes. Smiling, she waved her tail and bounded toward the ivory-coated figure, but as she drew closer, something started to seem... off. Her joyful parade slowed to a more cautious pace, and within moments she realized it was not her friend. It was a woman, whose features seemed to mimic those of the man she was seeking. She didn't know this wolf. Her brow furrowed as her paws came to a halt, and she squinted through emerald eyes. No wait... she did know this wolf. Not well, at all, but she remembered meeting the woman briefly during her visit to Threar, before the pack had been destroyed. Surprised to see the elegant woman so far from her original home, Esarosa decided that it might be worthwhile to approach Varda. After all, she'd been a friend of Miksa's right? So, more slowly and with restraint, the roughed up, midnight-coated wild woman approached the much more refined, well-groomed lady. She made sure that she came within the other's line of sight well before she said anything. Her paw steps halted an appropriate distance from Varda, and Esa nodded to her. "Varda," she said the lady's name, wondering if the other had even a vague memory of her existence, "You were from Threar, right?" If Esa's memory was correct, and she was certain it was, then there was a great possibility that this she-wolf knew where Miksa was. In fact, Varda was probably here for the same reason as Miksa. Their pack had dissolved; they'd been left without anywhere to go. Perhaps she could let them both know that the new pack had formed and there was somewhere to go now. Little did she know that there was more than one pack forming in the west, and things were not as straightforward as they appeared. |