The damsel had only recently been following the scent of a familiar wolf, but his name was not to be remembered it seemed. Crossed over the pack border in following the scent, she found herself in a gorgeous new world it seemed, the border only a barren plains. The grass was verdant, and she would only cross further onto the territory. Suddenly, a summoning call would wash over her velveteen ears. Her own voice would sound in reply, in the form of a query. "...Dutrion?" The cry was so very familiar, and had reminded the femme of his name. "Dutrion!" Her voice would ring as she began to ran toward the cry. Surely the brown man would recognize her, for they had known each other in the old lands, and Lyric was one of the children of Dutrion and his loving wife, Novel.
She could soon spot a group of wolves, possibly where the pack lived, but a sickly scent clung to the air, almost causing the femme to vomit. It was the clad stench of something metallic. Blood? The thought tugged at her as an urgent call, and she would begin to run faster once more, skidding to a slow stop as she would see Dutrion more clearly. Her voice was worried and full of curiousity as she would speak to the man, who seemed to also be worried. "Dutrion? What's going on? Where is Novel?" Her crown would swing in every direction as she would gaze around, searching for answers to her own questions. Nothing would speak to her, as mismatched orbs could only see a gathering crowd of wolves approaching. Dutrion was a pack leader now? Incredulous gaze would look at her grandfather, awaiting his reply.
"Speech"
|
