Reminiscing
08-10-2014, 12:11 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
Tahlia wandered slowly through the territory, her gold and cloudy grey eyes scanning about as she took in the state of her old home. So much time had passed since she had been allowed to set foot within the Range, so much and yet still it was recognizable. If she took this path here she would end up close to her old den within the woods beside the lake. And if she took the fork in that path she would end up at the lake itself. If she kept going straight she would end up by the shed that housed the metallic monsters that once had roamed this land, a few of which whose bodies still littered the grounds closest to the barn.
And that was presently where she was headed. She had missed seeing much of the territory in her eagerness to find the old den that she had shared with Bane at the start of their marriage, as were the rest of her family, but now that they had settled in, now that they had decided to pick up their life here in familiar territory that they knew well and trusted to support them, she wanted to know how the rest of it fared. The barn, though never a great curiosity to her, had been something of a focal point to the Seracian pack, always there in the background during gatherings and meetings and, she assumed, still standing. Would it be as empty as the rest of the territory felt?
Her leisurely gait picked up a little as she saw the edge of the treeline and the fence beyond, stepping out of the woods and getting her first real look of the Range proper. There was the barn, partly destroyed as she remembered it from the horrible storm that had swept across Alacritia but no less whole and eye catching. Her gaze was drawn to it immediately, and then to the solemn figure seated beside it within the central part of the territory. The woman's steps slowed almost to a stop, worry settling in. Who was this that had decided to visit the Range? Was there any danger to her and her family? But the wolf in question did not appear to be in any mindset to cause chaos. Even from afar they looked weighted by sadness, staring downward as if in reflection.
It might have been a danger, approaching a stranger when her family was so close by, unprotected by a pack and vulnerable in their isolation, but Tahlia found herself approaching them anyway. She did not recognize the girl right away - years had passed since she had last seen her and of course time had changed them both - but there did seem to feel something strangely familiar about her. Perhaps the colors of her coat? Not wishing to encroach on her space, after all though she lived here it was still unclaimed lands and Tahlia was a stranger to the other wolf, the black and russet woman stopped still at a distance from the younger wolf, watching her with open curiosity and a vague familiarity. "Excuse me," she said quietly, not wishing to startle her company, "may I help you?"