Good First Impressions

Quote:With Tahlia in tow, Prince Maverick set off across the territory's border. Smiling, the russet and black wolf followed happily behind and to the side of him, feeling the finality of her choice as she passed into Seracian land. This was it! She was sure to be a Seracian now! Oh, how wonderful it would be to start fresh, to make a new name for herself that didn't involve the term "widow" anywhere in it. She had yet to make up her mind whether she would eventually tell of her story to these wolves, though the questions eventually, she supposed, would arise. But for the time being it was no concern. She was content merely to be considered among them, and looked forward to the moment she received a formal acceptance.

As he led her, he spoke of the forest that they passed beside, quite thick and hardy. The she-wolf's head turned and her golden eyes surveyed the dense treeline with interest, wondering how far in the meadow that young Maverick spoke of was. Perfect for pack meetings, he said? That was certainly a good thing to know. Making a mental note to herself to become more familiar with the location when she had a moment to explore on her own, Tahlia marched after the Seracian Prince up the side of a small rise, and slowed as he did, listening all the while as he continued to speak. Her brow quirked curiously as he mentioned his favorite location, not certain she fully understood, but rather than question it she let him lead her down the hill and toward the structure that stood at its base.

It was not very large, though it did hold a sort of hauntingly unnatural quality to it that gave her pause. Maverick, however, seemed perfectly comfortable with the place, casually strolling around its side. The she-wolf followed at a more sedate pace, her golden eyes slightly wary as she regarded the structure. So strange, so unnatural. Her nose twitched as she scented it, and noticed the opening her young guide had walked through. She could just make out his dark red figure standing within the building, invitingly looking her way. Not wanting to disappoint, Tahlia put on a brave face and smiled as she stepped closer, peeking her head inside with a look of cautionary interest while she let her golden gaze slide across what she could see of the interior and machinery. Pushing herself a little more, she took another slow step and then another until she stood just inside, craning her neck a little and sniffing at the air. "What are these things?" the she-wolf made herself ask, tentative but intrigued. She had certainly never seen anything like the creations that rested in here, strangely smelling and eerily still. But if it was safe enough for a young prince to frequent then she could brave it for the time being as well.