something like an epilogue
10-19-2016, 10:54 AM
It wasn't long before a new scent came on the wind. A sound - paws of a hunter settling on snow rather than crunching through it - firm steps headed her way. Orica forced herself to remain calm, not wanting to appear antsy or nervous. Such misplaced energy tended to have a poor effect on predator species. Perhaps she needn't have worried. For as soon as she caught a glimpse of the figure she went still. At first little more than a grey gosimer shadow moving between the pines. Ears and legs emerged - and a tail held proud and high as an alpha's. The other wolf, female by the smell, had a mottled mix of grey and black fur - with tips of yellow like viens of gold ore shot through her pelt. It was impossible to mistake such markings. Strange and singiular, perhaps to many wolves, but oh so familiar to Orica. Avalon... Her sister had inherited much of the family stock. The massive size, the powerful, kneading shoulders, the long tail, the markings, even the gold eyes so like her half-wolf grandmother's. Avalon. A kingly name for a creature that walked the earth like a queen. Her yellow paws came nearer without hesitance, without fear, padding like the beat of a military parade. Orica suppressed a shiver at the first focus of that face on hers. Oh her sister had most certainly taken up the family's call to war and ruling. All those gold eyes had seen, all those gold paws had done, was an absolute mystery to Orica, but her eyes and heart hailed them as familiar. As family. As her own. Even if... Even if there was no recognition on the features of the other wolf. But really, what had she expected? Orica knew she was hardly descript as far as wolves went. She had none of her clan's fur colors and markings. Save perhaps the black strips that ran down her forelegs. Hardly noteworthy. She was cloaked in simple black and white. Her eyes, far from the golds and greens of her family, were a brilliant, saphhire-esq blue. Almost her mother's twin, where as the others of her litter harkened more to their father. What's more, she'd changed and greyed with maturity. With age. The white markings of her face had faded and blended, as happens. The snow of her belly had spread into her sides, her legs, her tail. She wouldn't call herself old, but she was no longer young. In her current state, there was little to remind anyone of the tiny, sapling-legged sprite that used to twirl through snowdrifts looking for half frozen bits of plant. As for her scent, that was of a hundred other lands and a hundred other wolves. Though after her recent wanderings alone, would probably just consist of earth and herbs. Little wonder that Avalon first greeted her as an unknown. It gave Orica a strange gift. For how often does one get to see their own blood under the guise of a stranger? How could she be of service? "F-forgive me..." she began at first, her voice failing her. She had to clear her throat, collecting herself quickly. "Pardon me for taking up your time, but I've come a long way in search of such a pack as this. I would like to offer my own service - as a healer - if it can be of any use to you and yours." She bowed her head slighlty. The spell seemed broken over her frozen body and her eyes glittered with all the emotion and excitement that she refused to squirm under a minute before. "Are you the alpha of these lands?" For if not, a loner wolf would want to speak to just such a person, and Orica was devilishly curious. Avalon walked like a leader, but her family, after all, had that trait. Possibly she was a captain of warriors or a second in command, maybe an experienced claw in battle who was trusted with guarding the borders. If Avalon was here, then who else? This was perhaps the most exciting thought. Could there be others of her siblings? Was one of them the alpha? So many questions she so desperately wanted to ask. Had she been her younger self she would've already leapt into Avalon's embrace - or rather, her snarling mouth - this was hardly a wolf to surprise or mess with. |