She was wondering how her beloved Alphess was doing. The pack had been quiet as of late, something that made Odette happy. Drama was not her favorite cup of tea, but she would handle its burning taste if she had to do so. As the days went by with no evidence of rule breaking or high energy, she began to feel antsy. There was such a thing as too quiet.
So, she found her way towards the Woods, searching for the den Sibelle had picked out for herself. Odette's tan paws carried her closer, the trip not being hard in the least. Her muscles easily worked to propel her over rocks and hills, enjoying the burn that came with the brisk winter winds. Finally, she reached the woman's den. The female had actually approached her a day or so ago to tell her she had to speak with her. Ears perked forward when she caught Sibelle's fresh scent. "Sibelle?"
she voiced, hoping that she would notice her. "I'm here," she brightly said, eyes shimmering softly.
