Mists [Tel]

She'd been trying to do her best to keep up with her studies, though lately she often found herself getting distracted as she wondered more and more about her parents. She still couldn't shake the voices she heard over the long nights, but it didn't do much to dwell on them too much, anyhow. It's not like she would magically know them, let alone who they were by thinking about their voices. But still, they were comforting and soothing. They were the remnants of her early pup hood, and she couldn't shake the feeling that despite the fact she had been left alone at such a young age, they loved her. For one reason or another, they had been forced to leave her. Why? She would likely never know. But she firmly believed that it was for the greater good...

She dimmed her glow as she walked silently through the mists of the Moor, heading towards the wall to meet Ardyn for a patrol. There had been some changes since the long nights happened, and a surprising one had been the markings of fire and ice that now adorned her friend's features. They were now seemingly matched in a way. Both beautifully adorned and colored creatures that she would describe as something from a fantasy. Sure, there were plenty of colorful and intricately marked wolves out there. But for them? They were far more unique. She liked to think, anyway.

She wasn't vain by any means, but she had yet to meet anyone else quite like her, Ardyn, and Aurielle.

Arriving at the wall, she climbed the ramp to the top and tracked him down fairly quickly. The near-transparent trail of her opalescent cloak that she wore beneath her swan feather cloak rippled and shimmered in the breeze. The moonlight's reflection did well to bring out the delicate colors, though, in daylight, it appeared as nothing more than a soft, silvery-blue hue. She had worked hard on her cloaked armor. And similar to Ardyn's, she was able to detach the feathered cloak to reveal the leather armor she had reinforced and crafted with her own two paws. She was proud of her work. It had taken her many hours and days to collect the resources and craft the things that she proudly wore. She had grown alot since coming to Valhalla, both literally and figuratively speaking.

Upon reaching her companion, she offered a smile and a soft wag of her tail. She dimmed the glow of her fur so that it matched their surroundings, and so as not to give away their positions should someone be spying on the other side. "Good evening, Ardyn. Anything of interest yet?" She asked, her tone light as she turned her gaze to rogue lands.

"Tel'Teukiira"