Sham Pain

Laying in her den, gazing out at the many treacherous paths that ran up and down the canyon walls, Razi was quite absorbed in appreciating how little she was able to do right now. After her talk with Ashiel it was now a matter of hanging around the den, wandering the canyon floor and hoping the day would arrive soon. She did have plenty of time to think though, almost too much. Today she was thinking about how she would put together a group of wolves to go searching for herbs before they all shriveled up. Boreas was in winter, but if she recalled the westernmost parts were arid and spotted with desert. Maybe something useful remained there.

The howl that cut through the air was... surprising. Razi didn't have to think to know who that voice belonged to. She did, however, hesitate as she debated whether or not she ought to be the one to answer it. In the end she decided yes, she may as well begin assuming some of the responsibilities of alphaship. So she'd carefully make her way to the place at the border where Nowa's voice had originated from. The bits of rock and debris that crumbled slightly beneath her paws and rolled down the path would likely alert her sibling to her presence before she was terribly close.

"It's been a while, sister, I hope you've fared well. What brings you to my borders?" she called, testing the feeling of that little hint of a phrase on her tongue. My borders. Hm, sounded nice, didn't it? She very much liked it, and the little swell of pride that accompanied it had her standing a little straighter.