Take three hundred and fifty four
Mal
07-10-2020, 04:43 AM
The woman had made sure her responsibilities were taken care of, first and foremost, but other than that, she had been rather scarce in the Armada. It was what she needed right now: taking some time to get a grip on herself, and this new part of her. Using the tools that Aurielle had gifted her, and running into that Abaven wolf, had been more helpful than they knew. There were still plenty of awkward moments -- that was expected for her first heat -- but she was beginning to feel a little more in control, now. More like herself. Smelling faintly of lavender and rosemary oil, she passed along the border in a quick trot -- the fastest she would allow herself to go, though she would much rather have bolted. But she had a job to do. Especially after what happened to Magnus... she wasn't about to let any part of the border go unturned. And so, begrudgingly, she meandered along the outskirts, ignoring the itch in the back of her head. Just a little bit more. Just a little bit more before she could get the hell out of here and-- Her nose twitched, and she picked her head up, a slow grin taking over her muzzle as she spotted the figure in the distance, ears flicking forward. "Hey, angel boy." |