Deadlines and Commitments

A glint of amusement lurked in her eyes as she noticed the male’s stunned expression at her appearance—had she finally gotten the trick of appearing out of the mists without a sound mastered? It didn’t cross her mind that beauty had anything to do with his shock. She was a wolf. She was so used to the fact that she shimmered and had a mane and long teeth and tail hair that beyond considering other wolves might find her appearance surprising, she didn’t consider it much further.

The man regained his composure, introducing himself as Pegasus Beaufort, alpha of a southern pack… Olympia. She filed the information away as he went on, eyes holding his as a smile settled onto her features, approval at the prospect of an alliance clear on her features.

She was indeed interested in what he had to offer, a slight tip of her head melding with an intensity in her eyes and a slight perk of the ears, but she heard him out until the end, where he finished with a question that she regretfully nodded to.

Finally, she spoke, taking her answers categorically in line with his words. “I am always interested in allies—one never knows when he or she might be in dire need of back up. We have many herbs in this area that might not grow in your own lands—Aloe for instance. The desert-lands around my territories are rife with them.”

A grin flickered across her lips as she added, “You have a great deal that I can work with for trade, and I am quite interested to hear about your cartography. My cousin’s companions have spoken of how humans once used maps to stay on trail across the lands, though their knowledge is mostly by word of mouth.”

Her head turned, an eye scanning backj toward the territory behind her as she said, “I’ve been considering taking up one of my Uncle’s lifestyles. He raises livestock in the south—perhaps you’ve met him? Tornach Adravendi. He’d be an older man, now. He mostly raises elk. I’ve also been considering seeing if it’s possible to propagate foreign plants here.”

Her eyes turned more serious, more intent as she locked eyes with Pegasus again as she finished, “I have heard of them. We’ve encountered them before, scouting our pack, though I myself wasn’t present for the interactions. They were caught out and sent on their way with nothing but our scents and the wall for information, I imagine. I was either very small or still within my mother’s womb at that time. That’s only the base of what I know of them—what do you know?”

Brandr had been a wealth of information in the past, but it was always good to hear multiple reports. She knew that an Abraxas had wrested Talis from Dragon, thought whether that pack still stood she didn’t know. And of the times she had attended challenges, she had seen several wolves that matched the overall family description her father gave her. Mottled coats, large, etc.

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