The Little Mornings

It had taken some convincing, and an awkward compromise (apparently lemur and monkey hands could milk wolves… but… at least the pups would be well fed in the few days she would be gone) for Paladin to let Aurielle head eastward. Her strength had returned, and while her pups were not yet weaned, they were less dependent than they had been. Over her back was a set of saddle bags, stuffed with western herbs and supplies that their ally, Abaven, would likely not have in ready amounts.

Ayodele was with her, happy that Spring had sprung and the weather would be warming up, and Loshir… well, had vanished. She wasn’t certain where the mountain cat had gone off to, but neither of his parents, Regulus’ companions since she’d been a pup, were worried. If anything, they looked expectant. Maybe this was part of the training.

Her steps paused as she reached the river, a scent wafting into her nostrils. It was Malalia, but matured. Ahhh… The first heat. She snorted softly in amusement at the memory of her first. She glanced back at her saddlebags, a smile quirking her lips before she followed her nose to find the newly-minted woman.

She found Lia staring at the water with a sort of lost, very discomforted look, and she had to wonder if the girl had managed to get “the talk”. Her own parents had drummed it all into her head at a very young age, Regulus not wanting her to be as oblivious as he had been. It had still taken Red laying it out in front of her to realize he loved her. Aurielle called out gently, “Hello, Lia. Is everything alright? You look upset.”

It would be better to ease into the conversation, she decided. Padding forward she took a seat nearby, leaving it up to the young woman to decide if she wanted to close the distance.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think