It's okay It's alright

*Surreal* · 01-16-2014, 02:46 AM

Wind whistled over her feathers as the hawk soared in ever widening circles, keep golden eyes surveying the land so far below her, The opal pendant beat against her breast in the force of her passage through the thermals. The male who had brought her the gift had been a stunning specimen, a fine example of their particular species. And smart! However, on one hunting trip, he?d never come back to the nest. She?d been forced to hunt alone for their chicks, but only one out four had made it to the age of which they would be ready to soar on the thermals as free hawks.

She beat her wings, soaring higher on the thermals, cocking her head to scan the earth below for anything that might be of interest to her friend, the silver wolf named Surreal. The wolf was a strange new part of her life. Before Surreal, she had lived her life as any other Ferruginous Hawk might. And then she had strayed too close to a group of trees. Her wing tip had clipped a branch, sending her spiraling out of control and crashing into a tangle of brambles. When the wolf had found her, she had thought for sure that she would be dead. But instead, the wolf had released her, and befriended her. She owed the wolf her life, in a way. She would never have been able to get free of the brambles without injury to herself.

A flicker of movement below caught her keen eye, and Battlesong banked slightly, soaring in a lazy downward curve, feeling the wind tugging at her wingtips. It was a wolf, black with a blue mane. The land was one of those strange places, where trees met water, and the two intermingled peacefully. She could seethe glint of fish scales in some places. This was one of the wolves she had seen at the meeting of the Valhallan wolves, back on the island that was a real devil to traverse if you were a large bird used to flying in open land. Banking again, the Ferruginous Hawk soared back to her friend, who padded along the borders of the wolf claimed territory. She gave a cry to Surreal, making the odd-eyed young wolf look up from some scent at her paws.

~Surreal~

Surreal padded along the land-side of this area of Valhallan Territory. Now that she was able to get to her duties without worrying that her mother would fall back into her illness, she patrolled daily, keeping with her Uncle?s routine, though she could get more done that he could, with her younger limbs and more expansive energy. With all of her wounds fully healed, she moved without any pain, proudly bearing her new scars like a medal. She was a Beta of Valhalla, proud, but humble. She would make her uncle proud, and hopefully walk beside him as second beta once he returned home? Whenever that would be.

Forcing her mind away from that path of thought, Surreal bent to sniff at a bent twig that hadn?t been there on her last round, finding only the scent of a rabbit, when Battlesong?s call came from above. She looked up, watching the hawks easy flight through the air, absently wondering what it would be like to fly as a bird did, until Battlesong drew within speaking distance, settling with a rustle of wings on a tree branch. ?Battlesong! How was your flight? Anything of interest?? Her voice had lost most of it?s faint girlishness, forming into an adults full throated timbre. She liked to think she sounded a bit like her mother, just slightly lighter. From what she could remember of her father, he had been one endowed with a rumbling voice, like thunder in the sky. She could just barely remember his face.

The hawk rustled her wings, settling them into place, head cocked to examine Surreal, her opal pendant glittering with flecks of colored light under the morning sun. Her hoarse voice answered Surreal?s questions, intermingled with the occasional clicking. ?Greetings, Long-Runner Surreal. My flight goes well. There is a blue marked long-runner ahead in the water forest. One of your pack. Nothing else.? Surreal considered Battlesong?s report, ears swiveling absently in thought. Blue marked? She wasn?t sure.. Ah! There had been a black and white she-wolf with an odd blue mane at the meeting. Perhaps this was the wolf Battlesong referred to.

She looked back up to the hawk, smiling. ?Alright. I?ll check it out. Feel free to go hunting if you want, though if you see any large animals with any lameness, let me know; I?ll pass it on to Ashtoreth and the Sigma.? Battlesong clicked acknowledgement, crouching slightly, wings spreading slightly in readiness to push of into the wind. With a powerful thrum of feathers beating air, and the scratch of talons dragging over dry bark, the Hawk pushed off into the air, catching a thermal and soaring away, while Surreal continued along her patrol path, tail waving slightly as she went.

She didn?t hurry, taking her time to assure the safety of the pack before going to meet with the pack member. Paws took her silently at a trot through the borders of Valhalla, before she reached the land edge of the territory Battlesong had pointed out. She swung into the territory, paws finding a path through the elevated roots of the trees, weaving through the territory, following the paw prints left behind by the wolf. After a while, she came to a halt, mismatched eyes studying the female. Upon looking at her, a name filtered its way to the surface of information. Vahva. Chrysanthe?s eyes had fallen upon this wolf as she announced that Vahva would work beside Caerul as a Digamma.

Surreal stepped forward, giving a soft woof of greetings. ?Vahva, isn?t it? How are you today?? Mismatched blue and gold eyes swept over the older female, finding her coloring to be fascinating. There was a strength in this wolf, that spoke of prior leadership skills. What had brought her to Valhalla?

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