A new land and a new story to begin being written. The mocha femme had only recently stepped onto the lands of Alacritia, as wolves called it, and had already seen so many interesting objects, only extending her curiosity. Back in the original lands where she lived with her mother and father, Lyric had told her of far greater lands than the one where Ahlon lived, and she was correct. Alacritia was immense, and so full of vivid greenery and many unique wolves. Her main goal since arriving had been to find any of the Destruction line who would be familiar with her. She had been told by the strangers she had met on her new journey that a pack known as Ludicael would likely hold what she sought out.
However it may seem, the creamy femme did not seem to have any luck in finding the lands of this pack called Ludicael. However, a new and exciting scent would drift into her nostrils, which were flaring from exhaustion. In the distance of the barren fields, was a familiar figure, much like her own. Could it be? The wolf seemed almost exact in appearance with her brother, Chord, with the russet orange, and familiar dark verde irises. "Chord? Is that you?" She would begin to pad forth, his figure become more and more clear, now seeing the distinct markings beneath his dark verde irises. "Chord!" She would cry in happiness and begin to walk more briskly, stopping at a respectful distance from the male.
"Speech"
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