Dawn and Twilight

Rhaegara was quickly becoming proud of her work. She had worked hard crafting the bracers she now sported around each of her legs, a set for the front and a set for the back that had been dyed black. She felt she was starting to adjust to these strange lands and everything that they brought with them. She was adapting… or at least, that was what she thought. She was circling around pack lands, Carlys in the sky as faithful of a companion as ever. A soft grin lit her features as she moved. She ought to seek out a spar later, and get to test what fighting might be like with the added protection to her limbs. Perhaps it meant she could try more risky maneuvers without having to worry too much about becoming crippled?

Carlys came spiraling down, landing gracefully on her shoulders as she puffed up her wings. Rhaegara tilted her head slightly to question her friend, who simply motioned with her wings into the distance to show she had found someone. Rhaegara started eager on the path. She was trying to be better about meeting more packmates.

What was that she said about having adjusted to these strange lands? She took it back, eyes widening to see a vibrant red frame that was mostly cloaked. The cloak was not what was off to her, for she had seen plenty of cloaks since coming to this land… no, it was the fact that the wolf was red. She had grown used to Aurielle’s glowing fur, and the fact that there was armor on damn near every wolf she met, and even having a horse as packmate, but fur of that color was once again completely new to her.

Should she even keep trying to prepare herself for whatever might come her way? She looked closer for now, beyond the fur color. He was older, looking at piles of stones. She frowned lightly, feeling as though she was interrupting a moment. It seemed like she had a bad habit of interrupting wolves in mourning. She opened her mouth, but words never came out, instead her head tilting to the side in confusion. For once, the heiress was speechless. Perhaps she should just turn and leave… perhaps that was better. At least when she had interrupted Aurielle, she had known her beforehand, right?