Hands Held High

*Zuriel* · (This post was last modified: 07-24-2015, 09:07 PM by Zuriel.)

Zuriel let a pleased smile touch her muzzle when she saw the new growth of elderberries. It seemed like her mother and brother were constantly sick these days so any growth in the herbs and plants around their home was a good thing. She was sure the lingering cold that stubbornly held on to the land once Spring came hadn't helped anything, but it was still frustrating to not be able to cure their cold. Her father had been a huge help though and she was so proud of how much he had learned. She was sure if she wanted to go take a breather and get out of the Plains for a little bit she could with him on watch of their family, figuratively of course, she could without problem. She still hadn't quite let herself do that though.

She really hadn't come across any other wolves in the Plains since they moved here, but she knew that there was nothing keeping strangers from doing just that. That's why when she caught an unknown scent she wasn't surprised, but she was definitely curious and maybe a bit cautious. She picked up the bundle of elderberries she had picked off the bush and padded off to follow the scent. It didn't take her long to spot the violet-hued woman that seemed to be doing the same as herself and following the scents of the wolves in the area, which in this case was her and her family. When her dual-toned eyes met the similarly two-toned gaze of the stranger she knew there was no getting away without at least saying hello unless she wanted to seem incredibly rude. She sat down the berries she was gingerly carrying and greeted the white-marked woman. "Hello there."

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