What's Been Lost

Sericea followed close behind Xairo, her sharp gaze immediately locking onto the imposing figure of Onyx. The icy blue wolf held herself with a tension that suggested a history between herself and these pines, a notion confirmed by her gruff introduction. Sericea's deep red fur bristled slightly at the sight of her, but her eyes never wavered from the older wolf.

"Nice to meet you, Onyx," she said, her voice steady yet wary. She glanced towards the pine trees that Onyx spoke of, her eyes briefly softening as she traced the familiar lines of the forest they had explored so many times. "My name is Sericea Praetor-Inferos!” She announced herself, probably with a little more bravado than necessary. But she didn't want this stranger, this Onyx as she introduced herself, to think they were pushovers. After Xairo offered his own name, she went on. "And we..." she continued, her gaze flicking towards the crumbling wall and then back to Onyx. "We were just exploring." Her eyes held a determined light in them. The words had a slight edge to them, not hostility but a subtle assertiveness, as if staking their claim on uncharted territory.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"