To the Weast [Aurielle]

She usually preferred venturing out during the night, and had done so. However, she and her companions had come upon a boon in the form of a small group of bison. Why they’d ventured into the actual desertlands of the west, she had little notion, but the best she could guess was that this group of three was led by an aging matriarch that had perhaps grown senile in her dotage.

She’d spent much of the night watching them from under the large hide cloak she’d brought along in case she did end up traveling on the desert during the day. The hide hid her glowing coat from view, though she hadn’t been able to keep a full range of sight on the animals—Loshir filled in on watching in those cases.

It seemed the small herd wouldn’t leave, and so the Spirit was considering her options as morning rose and turned to midday with the trio not leaving the oasis.

She’d remembered to douse her fur with peppermint oil to drown the scent that came with her season this time, and was standing with the intention of heading home to gather the hunters and return when a dark form appeared over the ridge and entered the oasis. He was another wolf, and she paused to study him before turning to pad to the water, intending to drink before she took off on a hot journey. Ayodele hung back, folding the hide while Loshir slunk after Aurielle, eyes casting the stranger a hard look, as ever protective of his charge.

Aurielle, however, offered a cordial greeting to the man, gentle-toned as she stepped into the pool and bent to drink. “Good day, stranger.”

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