Tic for tak

The past couple days had been a whirlwind for the young female. Between traveling across a miles of sand dunes and nearly dying of dehydration, to being saved by a Sand Cat, finding a magical watering hole, and meeting not one but two wolves, it was a lot to take in. So when the Alpha of Ashen Armada had offered a play to stay, a safe place, where she could rest comfortably? Of course she took it. His condition of trading such luxurious comfort for... something yet to be decided, was a little concerning but nothing the woman couldn't endure, she was sure. What she couldn't get use to, however, was how massive the Alpha was, or how long and sharp his canines seemed to be. Never before had she met such a wolf, and if this was how most wolves were in this new land, she was going to feel sorely out of place. Much to her surprise, Cordonia had taken a liking to Odette, and had chosen to explore the lands beyond her precious Dunes. The feline laid in a tight ball, curled up against the fawn woman's side, her black tipped tail laying across her paws like a fluffy blanket. Together they slept peacefully throughout the night within a spare den the Warlord had graciously given them.

Odette surely would have slept through the early morning and late afternoon had it not been for the scratching outside the den. Her baby blue irises fluttered open at the sound, taking a brief moment to blink away the sleep from her eyes before truly adjusting. She was confused at first, not remembering how she ended up in a den, until the events of the previous day came flooding back to her like a crashing wave. Suddenly she jumped to her feet, causing Cordonia to hiss loudly from being jerked around the den, her hairs prickling. "Shh! Sorry Cordonia, he's here. I got to go. Go back to sleep." Odette offered a sympathetic smile, to which the feline growled with narrowed eyes. "Canines.." she would mumble before delicately placing herself back into a tight ball on the den floor and drifting back into sleep. Sighing, Odette shook the dirt from her body and slipped her way towards the dens entrance.

Just outside, basked in the early morning light, was the large brute. Odette gulped back her nerves, trying her very best not to tremble with anxiety and instead act in her most professional, and not at all awkward, manner. "Good morning, Sir." She greeted, her voice soft and short as she held back a yawn. Suddenly she cringed inwardly, realizing perhaps 'sir' wasn't the correct way to address him. Perhaps Warlord was more his liking? Or Alpha? Or Mr. Sirius? There were so many options, and they hadn't worked out exactly what was proper. Truth be told, there was quite of bit of information Odette could use, if only she could unleash her arsenal of questions. Instead she bit her tongue, sat at the den's entrance, with her chin tilted down in both respect and lack of self-confidence. Boy, this was going to be hard..