All aboard the Warlord tour

Colors flew this way and that. With her newly acquired dyes, Aslatiel had been painting her star maps to mimic the night sky. With blues, purples, reds and black, the tiny girl was recreating the stars that she looked at every night. There was blue and purple coloring smeared on her paws and cheeks from the fervor with which she worked. So, when her father's call came, she wasn't remotely in a state fit to meet company. Why would she have expected to meet someone new anyway? Her father called for her often and had never had anyone to introduce her to before. Why would this time be any different?

Putting her paints away, Asla placed the large skin out of the way so that it could dry. Scratching an itch on her cheek smeared the paint on her cream colored fur even more. Heading out of the den, the now vibrantly colored child made her way in the direction where she believed her father would be.

Coming upon the hulking form of her father in the distance, plum colored eyes narrowed. There was another wolf beside him. It was someone that she didn't know. Wiping her paws in the grass, she would wait for them to come closer to her, giving her more time to make herself somewhat presentable.