We'll Make A Name For Ourselves

Chrystelle looked up from the tonic she was working on when she heard the sound of the cart rolling toward her, amber eyes landing on Aslatiel's familiar form and her not quite as familiar children. The pair had been here a couple times before so she certainly recognized them, but she wasn't as familiar with the young wolves as she was Aslatiel. Of course, she wasn't as familiar with pretty much anyone as she was with Ocean and Asla. "Ocean! Asla, Arcturus, and Satira are here!" she called back to him, turning her head over her shoulder to call back toward their den. She knew that this had been Asla's plan to eventually move away from the pack she lived in and. that her children would be joining her, but she hadn't known exactly when that was happening. It appeared that today was the day and it was a pleasant surprise.

She stepped away from the fire she was working at, going to meet their friend and lover half way, giving them all a smile. "Hello again," she said with a gentle wag of her tail. "Do you need any help with the cart?" she offered, glancing at the cart of supplies behind the tan and gray woman. If she didn't take it she was certain Ocean would insist even though they weren't all that far from the camp. She looked at the two children on either side of her, giving them brighter smiles. "It's good to see you two again." Since there had been such gaps in-between when she saw the pair it was always interesting to see how much they had grown. It made them feel like they were growing like weeds, sprouting several inches each time. That was especially true for Arcturus who was nearly taller than Asla already.

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