Weight Beneath My Skin

Drinking deeply from a cool mountain spring, Karabela lifted her head and stretched, letting the warmth of the sun warm her aching shoulders.  She had been sleeping fitfully, her stomach twisting with anxieties that she couldn't quite name and felt ridiculous for feeling.  She frowned.  She needed to get a better handle on herself and she quickly took a deep breath and shook out her coat before striding back toward the den site to check up on the rest of the pack.  Ivory Ridge remained quiet.  Karabela didn't let it bother her though, Chaos was working hard to train her Defenders and the joint training with Fiori would be sure to drum up the packs activity.

She'd also thought about holding a survival class herself but wasn't sure she had the proper temperament for an instructor.  As Karabela picked her way down a particularly treacherous pass a familiar howl rang out.  Faite?  Her ears perked with curiosity.  She wondered what the femme was getting up to after the Celestial challenge.

Navigating nimbly down to a lower level she caught sight of the other and greeted her with a smile.  "Faite!  It is good to see you, how have you been?"

"Speech"