--MOONS OF JUPITER--

N/A · 07-31-2013, 04:25 PM

An alabaster form leapt from root to root in the mangrove, chasing a particularly tasty looking fish down the waterways. She stopped when the summoning call rang in her ears, and lost her footing on a particularly small root. Into the aqua she tumbled, feeling a muscled body of her choice meal trapped beneath her. The strange marine life within the water lit up around her, making the large fish visible. She thrust her cranium into the water, latching her powerful jaws into it and lifting it into the air. The gleaming silver creature thrashed about as it gasped for air, until it finally went still. Ivory fur soaked through, tiny glowing creatures trapped within the silky fibres, she sighed around the kill, and made her way towards the source of the call.

Her trip into the water dampened her mood, so she decided not to hurry. Her naturally fast pace meant that she wouldn't be really late, however. Eventually, her long legs carried her to within scent range. She could detect the Sol; Jupiter, as well as Aria; the Borealis, and her friends; Siarvon and Song. There were far more scents she did not recognize, however. Two smelled of Ludicael, but there were two others who smelled strange, which meant she needed to hurry up a bit. Soon she was within sight of the group. Not many wolves here yet, which Aurora saw as a good thing, since she wasn't exactly the most comfortably social wolf out there. With a respectful nod towards her superiors, she dropped the fish with what other kills were already there. The fish was still cool, and there were also beads of water remaining. The soggy she wolf lifted her head again, eying the wolves whom she did not recognize.

The porcelain dame decided an assessment wasn't really nesessary, since the wolves wouldn't be here if Jupiter didn't allow it. Parting her jaws, she lent voice to her thoughts. "Congradulations, my Sol." She greeted the woman, voice soft and filled with joy for the new mother. Her faint Russian accent marred the silkiness of her otherworldly voice, which often earned her strange looks from others. So she shut her maw, and moved to sit beside her friend Siarvon. Her tall, lean frame folded neatly as she rested on her haunches, long tail wrapping around her paws. Twin raven feathers danced as they settled onto the long fur, and then she was still. Her moonstone orbs glimmered as she waited for what was to happen next.

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