mess is mine

*Naudir* · 02-04-2017, 12:39 PM

Naudir loped over to her sister, reaching out to nuzzle the other in greeting. Balthazaar landed down by her feet and she nearly stepped on him in her eagerness to reach her sister. The bird fluffed up in irritation but Branwen was beside him in a moment, smoothing out the feathers gently and soothing his easily injured ego. Naudir had little thought to spare for her companions in the moment of being reunited with one of her siblings. Ásvor spoke, stating she'd grown bored of the north. Naudir supposed she could understand that. She'd taken to wandering herself and she'd been all over the continent though she still felt as though she'd barely scratched the surface.

It didn't feel quite the same without Yfir.

Naudir noted the sadness in her sisters voice and nodded her head slowly in agreement. Nothing felt right without Yfir. She deeply missed having a home, having a place to settle. "I agree, I miss our pack and I hope the rest of our family is well but I haven't run into any other Yfirians lately. I suppose life has been treating me well. I am alive and reasonably fed and my journeys have taken me to such wonders. There was a rather… unfortunate incident with a starving male but I am proud to say that he was swiftly disposed of for his folly. I've been thinking of settling up in the north, maybe in our old packlands just so that I have some place to call home and a place to store herbs and various items. I… I don't suppose you've run into anyone from Yfir have you?"

"Talk"

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