Winter's Grace
10-02-2013, 09:16 PM
After then confusing and slightly unnerving visit to Amenti the pale cream figure made her way away from the north. She would visit the other pack in the east other than hers, then go west before finally reaching the south. Dead grass would crunch under her paws but as she grew closer to Mount Volkan the soil became more ashy and filled with black rocks. She moved with a lightness and grace as she neared the borders of Tortuga. She hoped this time things would go smoother than campaired to Amenti. The healer stood there at the borders and softly let forth a call. A sound so sweet on the winter breeze, easing into the still air either being too soft or to loud. She called out to the pack of these lands. She would prefer the alpha and healer, but soon enough she would end up talking to them. Haunches sat down on the frozen earth, tail wrapping around her paws as she waited. A stiff cold breeze blew at her back, ruffling her fur. Hopefully with the breeze they would scent she was Ludicael. But who knew how this pack felt against her's? There was only one way to find out. Speech, |