to know so little, to feel so much

*Erani* · 02-25-2014, 12:02 AM

Erani

Snowy paws carried the Alpha Primary along the territory border of Valhalla, deep blue eyes scanning the surroundings with a keen glance that took in everything. They?d been back on the plains for no more than two days, and she had sent Alsander, Surreal, and Cormalin out to scout the surrounding lands of Druids Moor, Whisperer?s Gorge, and Wolfpaw Lake, to stake a claim on them for Valhalla. She would be holding a Mating Ceremony for Ashtoreth and Leon, as a kickoff for Valhalla?s return to the Plains, and to celebrate the extra lands. Valhalla would not go hungry.

Erani paused as she caught a whiff of fresh scent. Head swiveling, she locked onto the scent, turning inward toward the heart of the Territory as she followed it. The individual scent was unfamiliar. However it bore a resemblance to a certain set of brothers she?d encountered before the Challenge. Thor, Baldur, Loki, and Hati. Out of the four, she liked the prior to better. Hati had been injured the injuries badly infected. Erani had healed the male with help from a young female healer. Hati, it seemed was one of those wolves that hated such things as honor and kindness. He?d repaid her healing with cold, brash words. Oh well.

She found the male, and circled around ahead of him on silent paws, innately finding places to set her paws where no sound or trace would be made. She?d had nine years of practice at Forest Craft, and she knew her Craft very well. She took the time to study the trespasser, finding his patchwork orange and black coloring fascinating. Not only that, but they triggered a memory of another wolf with similar markings. He was even thin like that wolf. Haunted. Haunted had been an oddity to her, refusing to hunt, only eating from what was already dead. Had Haunted survived the Volcano? Or had he been overtaken by the raging disaster? He?d been a healer as well.

She dashed the thoughts aside, and stepped in front of the stranger, head lifting high, tail raising. ?You walk on Valhallan Territory, stranger.? Velvet voice was firm, but not unkind, deep blue pools waiting for an explanation of the intrusion on her territory. As she looked him over, noting how thin he was, and the way one paw hardly carried weight, the way the muscles were less defined on that leg than on his other legs told her that this lameness was an old affliction. Some of the sternness left her stance. ?What is your name??

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