Spirits in the Mist [Domari]

It was a day where she wanted to start connecting more with the members of the pack. Today, it was Domari. She’d heard about his strong show of skill in fighting during the raid from her father, and now that her father was nudging her to broaden her horizons in terms of mentors… Well. This male was among the list of wolves she felt she could really learn from.

From what she remembered from the birthing lesson Paladin had held, Domari and Justice were both of a similar size to herself as she stood now. Although, from a pup’s perspective, she could have been off on that estimate… She’d only really caught glimpses of either of them since the lesson.

Now she trailed the Xanilov male’s scent, padding lightly through the heavy mists of the moor until she judged the scent fresh enough that he had to be only about fifty feet ahead. Any time was a good time to practice the mist walking skills her father had been teaching her—that mystifying knack for appearing out of the miasma of fog like a ghost or a spirit.

Her father’s knack for it was even more impressive, since he was so much larger than her and bathed in a color that was so vibrant against the soft greys and whites of the fog, and the green tones of the plants. She was better suited to the environment in terms of blending in, with her pristine based coat.

She slipped forward now, carefully placing each paw as she went and mapping her path ahead before she reached it. She could smell him strongly, now, without having to lower her head, and when she thought she could see his form ahead, shrouded with a last few thin veils of the fog, she picked up her pace into a near silent striding walk, aiming to pop out of the fog at his side.

“Domari?”

Her tone was friendly, open, and polite as she offered the male a smile, tail waving behind her in a friendly banner, her ears perking.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think