Lest I Forget [ACCEPTANCE]

Deep golden hues met silver as the grey and orange fae understood the situation at hand. She nodded slowly and smiled at the snowy dame.

"What may I call you lady? So that I may not seem so foolish when I address you, friendly stranger. My name is Melody."

She dipped her head as she spoke, following the customs that she was once taught years before by her late mother. The dame reminded her of Peony in her sweet ways. Her mother was always one to take in lost souls in need.

Melody was beginning to become overwhelmed at the thought of the ones she had lost, and blinked to clear her mind of the weakening emotion. She would not allow herself to become so wrapped up in things that no longer mattered.

Refocusing her thoughts, the silver she-wolf straightened at the mention of a nearby pack.

... there are only two in the vicinity of here, my home, ludicael, being the closest...

"You are a packwolf? I have been searching for a pack in these lands, one that stands out above all the rest. .. this Ludicael... it must be grand, yes? And strong in its ranks and spirit? "

Her eyes were bright, Ginger tail practically wagging behind her at the prospect of a new life. She had been through many parts of this land, but never had she encountered a packwolf until now. Perhaps the snowy white dame was a sign from the powers above?