Brightly Wound

*Azalea* · 01-10-2014, 07:42 PM

Azalea lapped at the cool waters of small pool, recessed in dip in the land. It was a puddle, really; built up from the rain and no a sustained water source. Regardless the water was pure (for now at least) and so she let it hydrate her body.

The sound of Chrysanthe calling the pack was a welcome sound. Moving had done her much more good than she had ever anticipated and once more she felt alive. Her miscreant children were raining terror on all of Valhalla and she was proud to know that her sons would grow up training in terrain as difficult as the jungle.

Sarak's return had also brought her joy and Azalea moved with a pep in her step toward the meeting. She was curious to know how the pack was settling, how her family was settling. Many wolves had already arrived, Sarak and her brother among them. Her head would turn one way and then the other surveying Soren and Kismet and also for her parents. None of them were there yet.

An obvious frown fixed her face as she swayed through the crowd though as her eyes would try to catch Chrysanthe's she would smile brightly, an act that took over her face. Azalea watched Sarak, standing before Chrysanthe and settled down in the mix of wolves. She hoped he would notice her and come to sit by her side. She also hoped that her children would show up soon, she didn't want to have to go hunt them down and drag them by their scruffs. Tough love, it was all they would get if they thought they could just not come when their great aunt called.

Odette hung close to Chrysanthe, making Azalea wonder if she had been making friends or not. It was important that she integrated herself with the pack. Gale was looking around and she pulled a single ear back, stopping herself from calling out merrily to him. Besides, he wasn't looking for her but for Meili. The two had taken to each other from the start and honestly Aza was unsure why it had taken them so long to get together.

Azalea then noticed Vahva, but how she had missed her she didn't know. Now she did call out, "Vahva!" She hadn't realized that the she-wolf had decided to stay with Valhalla past her brief visit before. Of course, the auburn headed lass had been quite consumed.

Speech,

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