SOS!

The pure white dame floated by as a goddess; only stopping for a few moments to sniff the flowers here and there. How wonderful it was in these lands, it was warm. Of course the femme grew hot but she had started to grow accustomed to the temperature here. She was sure that the cold would come once again but this is the longest period of warmth she had ever experienced.It was hot out here indeed but the dame stopped walking as her black lined ears heard two howls, one calling out and one to reply. Strange, was something wrong out here? Was someone in need of help or in trouble? The mind of the white wolf could not ignore this; it seemed to call to her. So the femme went to investigate.

"Such a pity Hureia, I thought I was going to continue my search for Thane." she said to herself softly.

Hureia had been on a long search for her brother, he obviously needed her. But what made her think that...Was it the fact that he had always hneeded her to help pick himself up? Or had he actually done it himself. But what if he had gone mad or wasn't the brother she once knew.Oh how she loved him so. But no, she would never think that way again.He had been destined to be paired by their parents even thought his freedom of choice would have been out of the question. Or has the brute gone out and found someone new of his own choice in this new life.

The white goddess quickened her pace but still walked ever so elegantly. She was graceful enough that the dame almost seemed to glide over the ground. Aqua blue eyes averted to the reflection of the Sun on a lake nearby. Soon enough the scent of a few other wolves hit her nose. As Hureia came closer her own scent was blown downwind as the wind changed. Her nose did not have enough time to get the other wolves scent. So her own scent drifted down towards the strangers;but her own scent was the exact same as her brother Thane's but with more sweetness to it. Pine and honey, as for Thane only smelt of pine. A smile came across the femme's muzzle as she stood there. But what if these wolves were to be hostile?

It was obviously too late for second thoughts; they would have already received her scent by now. Fight or flight? Neither. She would stand here and wait a few moments before proceeding towards the site. Other than that, what would she find? An injured wolf, a wolf in distress, a fight? There was really no way to tell except the smell of blood that had reached her nose before the wind had changed. So the goddess sat there with her white and gray fur being rustled by the wind.