[TOURNEY] At Long Last
04-08-2014, 11:41 AM
Paws carried her silently in great leaping bounds from rock to rock as Katja reveled in the faint chill of autumn creeping over the land. No more the unnatural heat that baked the land over the summer, the duststorms and dehydration that had held the land in it's fists. No, the gods had seen fit to grace them with a respite. Perhaps the loss of her sister's leg had been seen as a fine sacrifice. Whatever the cause, the weather was glorious and she gloried in it. A call rose up, her gray ears swiveling to catch it. The Queen's call, but there was no anger, no pain in it so she pushed aside the possibility of danger to her or the young pups for the moment. No, this seemed to be an open invitation to the allies of Ebony for a tournament. Interest warred momentarily with caution. This tourney, as she understood it, was the closest thing these heathens came to a bl?t to honor the gods, and so she approved. Yet to have these strange wolves mingling on Ebony land, it just reeked of dire possibilities. Even as these thoughts vied in her mind, the viking was turning, slim body moving effortlessly through the rocks toward the steppe where Raisa had called from. Arriving she found many of her packmates already in attendance; many she did not know, though she recognized the two healers and the young girl who had attended the birthing of the Queen's litter, and the high lord with the face markings she'd met once upon the border as they confronted an intruder together. She nodded to the high lord (that'd be Vaughan by the way), to the young girl (Isi, yo) though when the heat scent curled into her nose her gaze sharpened upon her and she wondered how much of a problem that was going to be, and let her gaze sweep indifferently over the two healers to study the few she had yet to meet, as she made her way closer. "My queen," she began, and everything in her wanted to ask, "Is this wise?" but to question her judgement so openly in front of her people would dishonor her, so instead she contented herself with a short bow, and... "Is this wise? This... tourney?" All right, so it was not actually in her to temper her blunt ways, and the question came out anyway. At least she said it quietly, and without rancor, but it would still be Raisa's right to take exception over it and Katja had accepted that before she opened her mouth. Her gaze was guarded as she spared a glance from Raisa to the lands beyond their borders; how many wolves would be appearing for this? "Speech." |
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