Turn Up For What?

*Irune* · 10-19-2014, 10:26 AM

It was well over due for her paws to return back to these lands. Part of it had not really been her fault. The small woman had gotten hurt, forgotten who she was for some time. But as those weeks went by memories slowly faded back to her. She had the fresh scar to prove that time had not been good. Her right should had a night long deep wound healing with new skin. It stretched from the top of her shoulder blade she run across and down to where the shoulder met the chest. She remembered it was from the flood, the river swallowing her up but not much after that. It had been then that she had hit her head, drifting along the river on debris. In her time of lost she had met a brown female with no tongue and the older woman ha cared for her. They had traveled together most of the time, but her silent companion did go off on her own at times. Not that Irune minded, because the other always found her. She never asked where the other went, what she did, it was none of her business. Even now as she stood with her toes right at the border, she was alone. Her friend gone to do something or rather.

The cold wind whipped her thick coat about, winter was basically here for the north. The early morning was grey with heavy clouds, the winds bringing ice cold, signs that an early snow might fall this day. Amber eyes raised to the sky, the cold did not bother her. She had been born and raised here in the north, had been born in autumn. She stood here once more in the north, now as a two year old. Small she was but she had filled out into her adult form. Despite her trouble she had remained in good health, muscles rippled smoothly under her thick pelt, amber eyes bright and sharp. Only two marks scarred her prefect body, the shoulder scar and the nick in her left ear. And though she stood there with her tail held high and ears forward like a queen should, she was nervous. Something about this place had changed she couldn't place what about it but the air was different.

She debating calling out or just walking home. But was it still her home? Did they lose hope and figure her gone for good? What was the attitude after the storm? Who all as left? She stood there for a long moment with only the wind as her answers. Giving herself a brisk shake she tossed her head back and threw her voice at the wind. As if challenging the wind for space up in the sky. She called forth her family, her home. Silence greeted her for a moment as she ceased her call. Standing there she stood like any queen would upon returning back to her kingdom. For after all, all she knew was that Quelt and her were the ruling pair of this pack, and so should she not present herself in such a way?

"Speech"

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