i hear his ghosts
03-18-2014, 03:39 PM
| Erani |
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Erani had been patrolling, enjoying the late summer air and the successful feel of a good first meeting. Two Alliances, possibly three. Thus far, Valhalla was kicking off well and strong, and this was gratifying to her. Her stock was full of the herbs she needed, she having stepped into the Moor to gather some of the plants that only grew there. It?d only grow, as there were a few herbs that still grew in winter. A call rolled through Valhalla. Unfamiliar, calling any wolf. This would be the kind of wolf that would gather information before deciding to join or not. Automatically, her paws changed course, as she uttered a low bark to Surreal and Alsander, noting with some amusement that Alsander was still taking the upwind side of his young cousin to avoid her heat scent. ?Continue the rounds without me, you two.? Velvet tones were gentle, before she headed off at a quick trot. She arrived on the scene, noting Imena?s arrival had already transpired. Her eyes flicked to the male, one made of golden, sandy colors, and bearing the fully trained mark of the Nomad Pack. The same mark her mother and father had both carried. She was in time to catch the male?s inquiry. ?I am Erani Adravendi, Daughter of Alorek and Aobhinn, High Healers of Redwood, Alpha Primary of Valhalla. Ask us what you wish to know, Nomad of Calarada. This pack is much like Redwood was. A family, with wolves having a paw in all three skills of hunting, fighting and healing, as well as their main skill. And rank. Imena is an accomplished healer, and my lead healer.? Deep blue pools rested on the sky blue gaze of the male, ears attentive of his reply, as she read his face. He clearly didn?t think much of Imena, and she wondered vaguely if he would fit in around here, if he didn?t give a stranger the initial respect, particularly a pack wolf. Scarred forelegs shifted slightly, a loose stance taken as her haunches lowered to the ground. Nomads were not wolves who were attackers of others. Never had been. She had a very vague memory of the Nomads visiting when she was just starting to see and hear. The fuzzy memory of a fiery red female with deep blue eyes smiling down upon her and her siblings, but her especially. Her grandmother, who was descended from the founders of the Nomads. |