Wrong Turn... Yes? No?
03-02-2015, 07:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-02-2015, 07:01 PM by Epiphron.)
She had invited the wolves of Ebony who were not participating in the siege to Fiori, both to seek refuge as as a home in case of Ebony's failure in war. Of course, she didn't want such a thing to happen, but she had offered her home to Kassander and his pack and she wasn't going to go back on her offer. Wondering if they would come soon, the sovereign had taken to scouting the borders herself. She was acutely aware of the scents that bordered the mangrove and even more aware when something changed. An unfamiliar wind drifted to her on the breeze, and her ears would twitch on her skull as curiosity flooded her being. No call greeted her ears, no matter how long she paused, and so with restless paws she could venture toward the female that stood upon the borders of her home. Her scent reminded her quite strongly of Kassander, and she would dip her muzzle in question as she drew closer. "You are from Ebony?" she inquired gently, more empathetic than usual, knowing that it was no easy thing to see a packmate off to war -- knowing they might not come back home in one piece, if they came back at all. 'Welcome to Fiori." |
