Ashes on the Air [Deathbelle]

Wit time having passed, and Aurielle hearing reports from Cairo and Paladin, two of the wolves she had set to keep a particular eye on their neighbors under the guise of healer’s ventures for herbs the grew in the no-wolves’ land between the packs, she had made her decision. A change in the scent of the alphess gave her pause as she slowed to a stop, a polite distance from the borders of the other pack.

She’d glimpsed the woman a few times from a distance, her own frame shrouded in mists and heather at the edge of the moorland where it melded into the Lake. Come to think of it, the piebald female had been at the challenge for Erovrare, standing beside the failed challenger.

She’d been heavily pregnant at the last glimpse, and now, the alphess’ scent had changed from pregnant, to warm, milky, and motherly. The litter was born then. Caution would be a good idea. A new mother’s hormones could easily flip to angry mother bear mode at the wrong word.

It didn’t help that she didn’t know the woman personally.

Stepping further from the border of her neighbors’ pack, Aurielle tipped back her muzzle and howled. The call was her usual easy, respectful tone, requesting the Queen’s presence, alpha to alpha.

Letting her muzzle lower level once more, she stood patiently, tail occasionally swaying, long hairs flowing on a breeze as her bi-hued eyes scanned the surroundings for movement, and she silently hoped for a productive, peaceful outcome.

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