A Fresh Beginning

*Bhaire* · 12-18-2013, 08:55 PM

Odd's head swiveled before Bhaire's, his ears ever keener. For all that his eyes could not narrow, suspicion played in the way he ruffled his feathers. "Someone approaches," was all he said, before launching himself into the sky once more. Bhaire too was curious, and cursed his poor vantage point. Grumbling he turned, looking for a boulder that would suit his purpose. He climbed to the top of the nearest and scanned the horizon. A white wolf came quite suddenly to his attention. She lingered a ways back, and appeared to be following his trail. He smiled at the young thing, holding in laughter.

His voice was deep and warm when he spoke, his cadence clear as to carry out over the stones. "Hello there, young one. What might you be doing so far from home?" She looked familiar, her frame and coloration so reminiscent of the alpha's brood that he could not doubt this young fae had a place among them. A small golden monkey perched upon her back, and he smiled, looking into the sky for just a moment. It was only very recently of course that he had joined Ludicael, and therefore could not say for certain. At any rate, she did not seem to belong among the stones and moss. A brush of wind was all the warning he got before Odd's light frame alighted once more upon him. "There is another, as well," he said, gesturing with a wing. "A small thing."

Bhaire looked, but could not seem to pick it out among the stones. A low bark turned him another few degrees and there, among the moss, he saw another dark fae. What are the odds? He chuckled to himself, and began picking his way down from the boulder, and up another more between the two young shewolves, hoping to get a good view of both wolves in question. As he closed in, the scent of one, the pale fae, wafted upwards. Ah yes, certainly one of the Destruction clan. He smiled down at her and spoke. "You are one of Queen Song's children, are you not? It is nice to meet you." He turned to the other and cocked his head. Yours, though, is not a scent I know. Worry not, I am about as harmless as wolves come. I'm only here in search of an herb. I am Bhaire, and this is Odd." He wondered if either would respond, and if so, with what? He was curious and pleased to see that the pale fae had a creature in her care as he did, and more curious yet to know why he was so fascinating that he warranted stalking. Surely this took hunting practice to extremes? As for the other, many of the same questions persisted, only added to by a larger sense of mystery.

"Talk" Think "Odd"

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