Behold- A Grey Ghost

Heavy paws crushed the swaying grasses beneath their step. She left a wide swath through the grass, her bulk forcing a path before her. The giant of a woman was all muscle. Well honed and well used. The woman's form made her look like a man from afar, but up close there was no mistaking that she was female. If one caught her from her good side, she might have been considered beautiful in her own way. From her left side, however...  Scars littered the left side of the giantess's face. The eye that had once rested within her skull was long gone. Her left front side was riddled with thick, bluish scarring. It was obvious that the woman was battle hardened and had lived through many ordeals.

A scent upon the breeze had drawn her in this direction. A familiar scent. A scent similar to her own. Her daughter. The woman's only living child. Mixed emotions ran through the great grey femme. Iolaire had obviously made her way in the world. She was alive and her scent was healthy. The older wolf was torn. She didn't wish to intrude upon a life that she had no business being in, having been absent for so much of it. She did, however, wish to inquire about Iolaire's well being.

Coming upon a patch of trampled grass, the beasts dusty blue nose lowered. She inhaled lightly, testing the scent. Iolaire had definitely been here. Recently, too. A soft growl rumbled in the woman's chest. Perhaps she could find someone nearby that knew of the girl. Resin had some news to share. She didn't wish to see her daughter face to face. Not just yet. She doubted either of them were ready for that now.

"Talking" & Thinking