a calling card

By the time she reached Ashen’s borders, the sun had fully risen and shone warmly down on a splendid spring morning. This was the kind of weather she’d yearned for during the long, strange night that had stretched across the land. Theory shook off thoughts of crystals and mushrooms and focused on the task at hand: greeting the Empress and introducing her to the plans she had for Abaven. While she’d run into Ashen’s tight-lipped male counterpart, Theory couldn’t recall meeting its Empress. She’d heard of her, of course - from Sirius and other Armada wolves. She hoped her relationship with the Warlord might make this conversation more interesting for the elusive Empress.

Regardless of her response, Theory reminded herself not to take it personally. This was merely an invitation. She slowed as the border approached and stretched, low and long. The journey had taken slightly longer than she’d expected due to the waterflow from melting snow, making some places treacherous or difficult to cross. Once her muscles had loosened up, she sat back and called for the Empress and her Shogun.