Microwave Dinners Don't Cut It

*Peregrine* · 08-23-2016, 10:49 AM

Peregrine regretted choosing to make the journey from her lands back to the plains where she'd met the red man, but she supposed she didn't have a choice anymore. It was put up or shut up, and if she wanted to kick this continent into motion then she'd have to work at it, dammit! Still, the heat was crushing and she didn't get very far very fast. By the time she'd arrived at the edge of the plains she was worn out, but excited too. It would be her first venture as an alpha to call on another pack, how weird was that? She tipped back her muzzle and let loose a quick howl to announce her presence. She was excited to me the red man again, having enjoyed her last encounter with him much more than she had initially expected. She was interested to see how their second impressions would go.

His land was beautiful, in it's own way. She preferred stark cliff faces and pines, gushing water and rolling hills and groves of oak and maple. It was simply how she'd been born, and the area she tended to seek out. The Rio was a place of rapids and collapsed river beds, and the forest which it supported was lush and cool, even this far into the season. Well, at least it felt that way compared to the unobstructed heat here. Really how did that do it? She continued to muse, lost in her own thoughts while she waited for Regulus to appear.

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"Tsiry"

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