Careful is the might
05-19-2015, 12:36 PM
The sound of a caller at the borders, a caller specifically for the alpha and the alpha alone, caught her attention from where she'd been stalking an unsuspecting turkey in the snowy stones of the rock garden. Gray ears pricked to the sound and she abandoned the hunt - the turkey, unaware that he'd gained a reprieve from his death sentence - would keep until the next hunt. She had duties to attend to as the drottin, and so she turned on silent paws from the rocks toward the outermost edges of their claimed territory. A slim figure awaited her, a younger female, taller but less hardened by the world than Katja herself. "Heil ok sæl, fremmed," she greeted coolly. "I am Katja Finnvi, Dróttin of Yfir, for whom you have called. For what do you seek here?" If she wished to join she would be welcome, but the set of her body did not give Katja the thought that she yearned toward the territory she called to, but rather away from it. A pack's messenger, perhaps? Katja's nose twitched, but no pack scent rushed her senses. Hm. "" "" |
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