Machine Made of Flesh

Kamala had been wandering when the howl echoed over the horizon. As fall began to draw to a close, winter's bite was hovering in the air, reminding Kamala of the upcoming cold season. And of the season of rebirth that followed it. She would reach two years in age with the coming of Spring, and that scared her a little more than she was willing to let on. For in the Spring, she wold be betrothed to Gideon, her father's brother. It was a little intimidating, despite Maverick's best attempts to comfort her. And on top of that, they had not seen hide nor tail of Valkis in some time now. She was worried about her crimson brother as well. What had happened to the brilliantly colored male? Was he happy, wherever he was? She hoped so.



It was lucky that a howl sang out right then, distracting Kamala from her thoughts. It had come from the border; someone seeking entrance to the pack, perhaps. Kamala wasn't too far from the source of the howl, so with a shrug, the gray female bounded towards its source. Her sooty tail wagged enthusiastically in the air as she made her way forward, coming to a stop only when she found her green eyes settling on an interesting creature. Black and crimson, much like Valkis was. The reminder of her brother was unsettling.



Twitching her ears slightly, Kamala inclined her head in the male's direction. "Greetings, Sir. What brings you to the borders of Seracia?" The female asked politely, examining the wolf before her calmly. He was polite enough to respect borders, which was a point in Kamala's eyes. The only wolves that she had met that weren't Seracia members had been trespassers. The barely remembered Segar, who had since settled down with Ghost and caused a good deal of drama within the Kingdom, and the black and purple wolf that she had also met across the border. That wolf had not joined Seracia, however. But perhaps this wolf would. And perhaps he wouldn't.



There was a slight flick of her tail as Kamala examined the black and red wolf, still trying to shake the similarity that he held to her brother. It was all purely superficial, but she missed Valkis enough that it was far too close for comfort.