Luneil's Daughter [Sirius/Zee/Armada welcome]

She drew to a stop at the border, breathing in the scents. The Armada smelled large, and strong, quite similarly to their neighboring pack, whose scent was undeniably Ashen, and still under Deathbelle’s rule. She wondered how the Empress was doing, and how her children had grown since the festival. They’d been promising looking pups, eager to fight in the test tournament.

However, now her mind drifted to Sirius, the leader of this pack. She’d met him before, helped him fight off a bear in the west. She hadn’t asked, desired, or even needed anything in return from the male. It had been an instinctive act to dive headlong into a fight with a grizzly to help a stranger.

She shook out her brilliantly glowing coat, sending a soft shimmer of color through the snowy white hairs. The day was waning late—evening already hung red in the sky, turning colors, and to the other horizon the sky was already dark. For politeness’ sake, she wouldn’t draw the meeting out very long. She would have preferred to call during full daylight, but it had taken much longer than usual to make it across Boreas.

Finally, her muzzle tipped to the sky and she sang gently for the alpha pair, for there were two scents that held supreme over the rest as the leaders.

Her let her muzzle lower as she stepped away from the border to wait in her usual patient way for the alpha, or alphas. She hadn’t come empty-pawed. A pack of trade-goods sat on the ground beside her, herbs that grew best in her area and would be a rarity here in the south. There were other items, trinkets and baubles among them.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think