you're ready to go (Fiori)
02-06-2015, 07:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-06-2015, 07:37 PM by Epiphron.)
A masculine call, only somewhat familiar to her, echoed through the mangroves. The identity of the creature who summoned her was not immediately discernible but she grew instantly curious, intrigued as to who was calling to her. Her pack was young, and she knew few wolves if any knew of Fiori beyond its borders. It was with grace that she began to move, weaving effortlessly across the gnarled vines of the mangrove trees that dappled the damp earth before. This place, now that many of her children were here, was beginning to feel even more like home. The mangroves were new for her, unconnected to places of her past -- there were no rippling expanse of grass to remind her of her father; no barren fields to remind her of the father of her children.
It didn't take long for her to make her way to the border, eying the apparent caller through the soft shade of the trees above. It was Kassander, the leader of Ebony, who she'd met just last season. Still she remembered how tongue-tied he'd been around her, and amusement flickered in her gaze as she assessed him quietly.
He'd changed since she'd seem him last; his figure was far more toned than she could recall and he looked significantly more like a young adult than a boy. A smile teased the corners of her lips, turning them upward slightly as she quickened her approach to the border. His face was one that she was happy to see, and as she drew closer she let her posture relax, head bowing to the earth in a low nod before raising it and letting her eyes fix on his own stare.
It didn't take long for her to make her way to the border, eying the apparent caller through the soft shade of the trees above. It was Kassander, the leader of Ebony, who she'd met just last season. Still she remembered how tongue-tied he'd been around her, and amusement flickered in her gaze as she assessed him quietly.
He'd changed since she'd seem him last; his figure was far more toned than she could recall and he looked significantly more like a young adult than a boy. A smile teased the corners of her lips, turning them upward slightly as she quickened her approach to the border. His face was one that she was happy to see, and as she drew closer she let her posture relax, head bowing to the earth in a low nod before raising it and letting her eyes fix on his own stare.
"If it isn't Kassander, King of Ebony," she greeted him sweetly, tail swishing as it curled above her back, eyes sparkling with laughter. "What brings you to Fiori?"