all that's left

Soleil was out gathering herbs. It was a natural behavior for the healer but one taking part in unnatural settings. She had moved to Glaciem, something that had never been predicted to occur. The fair colored maiden pictured herself forever a part of Valhalla. All it had taken was one handsome young wolf to appear in her life and sweep her off of her feet. Collision.

Boy had she collided. Literally. Lost in her thoughts Soleil bumped face first right into a tree, scratching her delicate black nose. Ears pulled back and she gave a light "oof," recoiling from the tree shaking her head. The stinging pain from her nose drove her backward into a sitting position as a paw lifted to fuss with her nose. As if there were a bee to swat away, she ran her paw down her muzzle again and again.

Finally she stopped, getting to her feet. She gave herself a thorough shake before glancing around with a "sniff." Somewhere her companion lurked. The one sent along to "guard" her. Not that she didn't need protecting, Soleil was no warrior, but she didn't anticipate an attack either.

She wandered through the woods until they finally gave way to a beach. It was a bizarre place and her jaw dropped open at the sight of it. She edged out onto the dark rock, stopping abruptly when she spotted an unknown wolf. Her ears went back and her body tensed with worry. He didn't seem to recognize that she was there so Soleil tried to retreat. She failed of course, "show yourself" being called to the wind. She stopped, looking back toward him. "Hello." Was all the more greeting she gave. She was cautious but friendly.