The 59 Sound

It had not been too uncommon to have Warja return to the den smelling of a male Alamea did not recognized, when they had lived at the volcano. In truth it had happened only once or twice but the white woman?s curiosity had always piqued when her daughter had returned in such a state. Though she had not questioned the girl, her daughter had her reasons no doubt for not telling. Though of course Warja?s silence had not done much to settle any worries.
It was only natural then, that as a faint call for her daughter went up, echoing just audibly over the pack lands, Alamea was curious, and this time the curiosity would get the better of her. Slender legs carried her out of the pack lands and in the approximate direction of the call. The small woman wasn?t quite sure she was going the right way till she heard a familiar voice. Gently the woman approached the pair, resting her gaze upon her daughter as she moved in, noticing the rather friendly greeting the male was giving her daughter.
The small woman brushed up against the child, already finding herself shorter than her daughter. The girl might be the smallest of her three children but even Warja was taller than Alamea. Then rose orbs roved over the male, a wary smile gracing delicate features. ?Who is this?? It wasn?t unfriendly, though a bit cautious.