something like an epilogue

*Orica* · 11-30-2016, 10:45 AM

ooc: im so sorry for this being so late! november has been crazier than expected! I'll try to be better about this~

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Yona came along not long afterwards. A sight for sore eyes. Orica had done her share of exploring on her own - espically when around the borders of unknown packs. Call her protective. Call her silly. But packs could ignore one random little old she-wolf pottering about in the wilderness, maybe even let her go if caught, but two suddenly became a threat. Yona was bigger and younger and beautiful and Orica, well, she didn't like risking -other- people's lives. In fact, she would have preferred her daughter wait a little longer. She hadn't given a signal that all was safe. This giant she-alpha could have been an enemy. Ah, but her daughter was too smart for that, too observant. As she came crunching through the snow, Orica rubbed a shoulder against her affectionately. "My daughter," she put in when the other introduced herself. By way of explanation.

Her eyes never left Avalon. Her very soul soaked up every word she spoke. Ivalice. A beautiful name. And she used such words as 'chief' and 'clan' - just as their birthpack had. Was Ivalice like Glaciem then? Orica's fur began to fluff, standing on end with the electicity of her excitement. She might have been a yearling again - in spirit, even if her body was now beyond seven years.

They needed a healer. Orica dipped her head, in honor and acceptance. The fates seemed to have aligned somehow. She was meant to come home. To find a stable pack where she was loved and needed. And perhaps her growing excitement was all too showing, for Avalon was looking at her curiously, those gold eyes so powerful and keen. She apologized, unsure a moment as she asked for Orica's name.

And the healer just smiled, eyes maybe a little moist. "Have I changed all that much, Avie? Don't you know your sister?" It was said teasingly, with all the warmth of her heart. She almost gave out a laugh as she said it, but it turned watery. She was ready now to be bowled over or to do some charging herself. Beyond thought of time and distance and chance, she was home.

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