To Whom It May Concern
Aldric had been traveling for quite some time now. He’d left his mother in hopes that he might find his father, or at least find a better life than what he’d be living at her side. His pink eyes scanned the terra before him as he padded onward. This was the land of Boreas; that much the young one knew. But the name of the exact land he was walking within was unknown to him. Did it really matter if he knew or not, he wondered?
With the sun beating gently down upon his multi-colored coat the boy couldn’t help but think what a nice day it was. The hues of autumn were such a welcome sight. It wasn’t until the young man scented the strong scent borders of a pack that he came to a stop, hesitating. His ears flicked back, the young french wolf side stepping a couple times. What should he do now? He’d wanted to find a pack… but… was this the right pack for him? Was this the place he’d be able to call home? Would he find his father here? |
She was out in the sun today. She was near the warmest place in the land, close to the border. She was laying there with her belly up and her dual toned eyes on the clouds as they drifted by. It was quiet except the sound of the water somewhere in the distance. She knew the land by now and was almost ready to call it home, but she still had no way to communicate openly with any of the wolves here. Plus some of them confused her, namely the two Kairis. There weren't many like her it seemed but some had pretty patterns. The smell of something drew her from her thoughts. She rolled over and sat up quickly. Her eyes scanned for the source and it didn't take much to find. Her eyes caught the brightly colored boy and she smiled wide. Finally someone like her! She stood and shook out her fur quickly before moving. She literally moved towards him by hopping, much like a rabbit. It let her keep her eyes on him in the field and she was there quicker. She stopped as she emerged and found him. Her paced slowed to a walk as she closed the distance, crossing over the border scent, not even knowing she was breaking a rule. She sat quickly and tagged her tail as she greeted him. "Bonjour." she stopped and gave pause to lift a paw to her chest, already getting accustomed to having to try to speak English with the others here. "Call Jewell." her accent was thick but voice melodias. To anyone it was clear her first language wasn't English, so she hoped it would suffice. Perhaps he might speak French as well and she wouldn't need to do silly things like this for now. Her paw moved back to the ground then. Her lips peeled back as she gave him a wide friendly grin. Walk, "Talk" Think |
Faite as Jewell's guardian is allowed in any and all her threads regardless of the tag. She may enter as she see's fit.
All of Jewell's French will have a span title over it, hover for translations.