In-Law Time
02-11-2014, 05:27 PM
The golden woman followed, easily keep pace beside her. The scene began to change, sand giving way to soft grass that tickled her paws, a continuous row of trees. Nostrils quivered, taking in the unmarked scent of the island forest. A small smile played on her lips, her name turning her gaze in the direction of her sister-in-law. Energy radiated the golden woman, a proposal seeping from her lips. She would wrap her form around the tree, claiming this island at their own. Finding a suitable tree, the russet woman would bend, pressing her side into the tree, leaving behind her scent. This was their home, whether or not they were a legitimate pack, they had made a home, they had stuck together through the impossible. No one would intrude. She would travel silently, never straying from Maija, forcing her scent on each tree of her choosing. Talk like this |