Family Far From Home

Despite her heat, Aurielle had decided to force herself to venture north. Paladin had managed to dig out a clay pot of heavily scented jasmine oil he’d brought back from his training venture with the Nomads, and Ayodele had delightedly slathered the stuff over the gland-points on Aurielle’s frame. It didn’t cover all of nature’s calling card for reproduction, and Aurielle was pretty sure she’d have a headache from the strong floral smell, but the first thing anyone else might smell was flower, flower, flower… Aurielle.

She’d set out with a howl to Gwenevere informing her of her intentions before she crossed through a passage, cat and lemur in tow. It was a several hour-long trek and was periodically interrupted by sneezing spells. She adored jasmine flowers, and she knew Paladin had only brought the oil home because she did, but she decided that in future, once she was through her first cycle, application would have to be extremely light.

Finally, though, Aelloshir, who had forged ahead, gave a low yowl to inform her that Lirim’s border was just ahead. ”Torin still leads, it smells like.” He murmured as the young woman stopped at his side, and she nodded ruefully. Her nose was a bit out of whack, by now.

“Thank you, Aelloshir.” She stepped forward and tipped her muzzle to the sky, howling for Torin, tone friendly and invitational, hinting that this was in no way formal, even if pack relations did eventually come into any form of conversation they might get into.

Letting her head lower, she settled onto her haunches and waited patiently, Ayodele weaving braids into her mane as a form of hobby and keeping her hands as un-idle as possible.