Dances of Celebration, Joining Of Two Hearts

She had been accepted so easily into the pack by the snowy Queen. Still to this day it was all so confusing. Did Erani really know how she felt? And she just openly accepted her without bating an eye. Maybe her age maybe her able to see right into one's soul. Was it possible when you lived for so long you were able to tell what kind of person someone was on a first meeting? So she had meandered around the borders, slowly circling her way closer into the heart of Valhalla. She didn't want to overstep any paws and needed time to think about everything before meeting anyone.

But fate said this night was the night she would officially meet her packmates. The word felt odd on her tongue, heavy yet intriguing. She had not had such relations since she left home, even then she was an outcast. Erani's howl was soothing and a pull on her soul. She had to answer to it. Maybe it was a loyalty she felt building between Erani and her. A shake to her dusty brown pelt she took off at a run, snow covered limbs a blur till she reached the meeting. Slowing to a creep, her snow blasted face glowed in the moonlight, pale blue eyes searching the group. A lump formed in her throat but she forced herself forwards.

She noticed another Nomad, tilting her head to the side as she froze mid-step. But quickly she recovered and moved to a spot near a dark colored woman with blue eyes. Something about the woman made her feel safe. Eyes lifted up with Erani with a shy smile and wag of her tail before she settled down on her belly. Eyes drifted with the group, noting the males. She could not help but let her eyes linger on a male with an odd marking on his shoulder or the silver male one the boulder with Erani.