Traveling Wanderer

Water sloshed around snowy legs, weighing down the thick white fur  on the belly of the Nomad as she forged her way to the shore, amethyst flecked sapphires squinched shut against the chill of the autumnal weather. In her jaws, she held a clump of water mint leaves. She finally gained the dry land and shook herself thoroughly, careful not to clench her jaws on the water mint. A shudder went through her frame as water flew in all directions, and once she was at least mostly dry, she looked around. She had been in this land for almost three days, and though she had scented other wolves everywhere she’s been thus far, she hadn’t met one of them yet. A muffled, thoughtful hum droned from her nose as she pondered where to go next.

She’d started in the north, crossing a narrow land bridge that only appeared when the tide went out, and had decided to forge south. She’d seen several interesting sights along the way; A large geiser that had admittedly scared the wits out of her when it had gone off as she was passing by. Caves that had marks on their walls. According to her fellow Nomads, and the elders, creatures that no longer walked the earth had made those markings. She’d spent her first night in those caves, before making her way further south. And even curiouser sight she had stumbled onto; and nearly into, was an underground cave through which flowed a roiling river of magma. It had entranced the snowy healer for a good while, and helped to thaw her paws from the snows of the north.

She had forged south again, passing into lands where snow was only a passing thought, Winter not yet truly settled in. Now she was here, in a patch of willows on the south side of a river. She’d delighted in the finds of several different herbs here, and her third night had been spent here. She could consider living here. Something about the place gave her a sense of hope. The scents, though faint, held a tinge of familiarity. Maybe she had relations here; fellow Nomads who had taken the trek to other lands, and found this continent. Maybe instead of leaving, she would make her home here, until the urge to continue on her way took over. Most Nomads only stayed in one place for a week, maybe a year, then continued on in the search for more knowledge of healing, and more aspiring healers to teach.

Teaching… She wanted so badly to have a student. And one way to find one was to find a pack. Thus far, she hadn’t stumbled across any border scent lines. At least, not any fresh ones. She huffed softly, settling the water mint on the ground at her paws. For now, she would rest here, see about catching one of the beavers she’d seen at the river, and then on the morrow she would see where her paws took her. Kavdaya nodded to herself and took up her mint again, padding to what had once been a den for some other wolves. The ones who smelled familiar in a deep, yet distant way. She settled in at the back, amethyst spangled sapphire gaze watching as a light smattering of snowflakes drifted down outside as evening fell and the temperature dropped. If the weather was anything like that of Calarada, soon enough, snow would fall that wouldn’t melt in the morning. She lowered her head to her paws with a yawn.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think