growing pains [ASHEN MEETING]

Unbreakable Survivor

The youth had, more often than not, been away from the pack territory. Living on her own since puphood had caused the youth to be more self-reliant than most her age. However, she never wandered too far. Cian had been far enough from the crowded areas of the pack, but close enough that should her Empress call for the pack, the youth could still hear her summons. When she was in Ashen packland she kept to the newest area the empire had claimed, the Rio Grande. She enjoyed walking along the riverside, fishing, and imagining what potential this new land held.

The call rose like a beacon to the Adhil youth. Mist touched auds perked as her darker head swiveled towards her Empress’s summons. Slender limbs carried her towards the Shrine. It’s glowing pool’s eerie light shifted the hues of her earthen pelt as she passed. She always thought the pool odd. It’s runes, and more notably, the water’s glow made Ciannait’s fur prickle with curiosity. She wondered what rituals were held here in the past, and if there truly were gods that walked the land.

Upon her arrival to the meeting, Ciannait noticed that she was probably one of the last to trickle in. The striped youth didn’t much care to be late, but she also noticed the proceedings hadn’t yet began. Turquoise lenses spotted several recognizable figures, most she found pleasant to be around, but there were a few she felt the opposite. Cian decided to settle next to no one in particular, a yearling of grey and blacks, her eyes violet and teal who seemed to be excited for this meeting. The dark faced youth nodded to the younger yearling and smiled a greeting before turning her attention to the Empress at the head of the gathering pack.

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”Speaking”
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