leaves of spring

The woman noted the surprise, amusement sparkling briefly. It wasn't too difficult, once she knew the scent... and she knew the scent of most of the packs, except Borealis, the new Sonticus pack. Unless new packs sprung up? Possibly, she wasn't sure. She hadn't left the eastern region of Alacritia in quite the while. "Lillianna, seconda pattuglia of Abaven," she returned, a faint smile crossing her features. That smile would widen at her reaction to Farrym, who would let out a loud purr at Locha's response. "He's a feline - I found him in the desert when he was a kitten," she explained, chuckling. She nodded at the woman's answer, a snort emerging. "Same." As she spoke, though, her eyes wandered to Farrym, who had just leaped in an attempt to jump onto Locha's back.


"Speech" "Language" "Farrym"