For awhile now she’d been here. Wandering the landscape. Getting to know the ends and out. Though Omaira had yet to meet any other wolves besides Gilgamesh and Desponia. Not that it much bothered her none. Only time would tell when another would cross her path. There was no rush. Not for her that is.

At the moment, Oma stood underneath the heavy beating of rain. Every drop soaked into her coat and she did nothing to stop it. Except for the occasional shake to provide room for more of the falling wetness. This weather so happened to be her favorite. While others ran for cover, she chose to stand in it. Head tilted back. Eyes closed. Just as she was doing now. Her ears back with a small smile claiming her lips. She thought back to how she and her mother would do this together. Conversing about life. What it had to offer. The future waiting for Omaira Oh. How she knew her mother would love the stories to tell. No matter how small they were.

She missed her family. Especially her father. His presence always seemed to bring her peace. No matter what was going on in life. She didn’t stop it. The sound built up through a silent longing of her family. It bubbled just below the surface before breaking through sealed lips. Omaira began to sing. Her howl sweet and soft. Pushing further. Reaching higher into the skies. Filling the air around her. She didn’t care who heard or what anyone had to say.

Anemone had wandered off during the night. Her presence surely missed. Never forgotten. But, Oma was used to be a loner. The absent essence of her companion could be had for the moment. Knowing fully that she would indeed come back. Such thoughts were pressed through the melody of howls. Each note different from the next which left her lips. Yet beyond more beautiful than that of the call of war. Little did she know, the rain had blocked the heavy scent of a pack's marking. Not having stepped over that line. Oma surely was too close for comfort. Even the slightest step would place her inside of the territry.

All she knew was this moment was entirely hers.
"Speech"~Think~"Companion"

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Avacyn laid within the shelter of their den, resting on one of the cushions that dotted the main chamber of the cave as she looked out of the entrance at the rain that pattered just beyond the opening. The soft white noise of the rain was a welcome reprieve from her own thoughts as she allowed it to lull her into a blank calm. She had planned on making this the first day she returned to her normal patrols now that she was feeling more well and like herself, but the weather had other plans. She only hoped that the rain let up soon so she would have time to do it before night fell. Wandering around in the rain so soon after regaining her full strength didn't seem wise. However, a call cut through the rain, calling to her from the far border of the pack and reaching her as an echo.

She frowned a bit, lifting a brow at the fact that someone was even out in this weather to begin with but doubly so that they expected an audience regardless of the rain. Still, she couldn't just ignore the summons just in case it was someone of import or someone that needed their help. With a sigh, Avacyn rose to her paws and stepped out into the rain, trotting across the island and swiftly arriving to the bridge that connected them to the mainland. She had to use the floating bridge that her father had constructed to make it across, but after several moments she was moving across the open, rock-dotted plain of the rock garden with the rain soaking though her violet and black coat. With the overcast layer of clouds blocking out the bulk of the sunlight the gentle glow of the marking that surrounded her eye was more obvious.

As she drew closer to the border she spotted the red-marked woman that seemed to be the only wolf out here and therefore must have been the one that howled. Approaching the stranger and stopping in front of her, she gave her a slight nod of acknowledgment as she said, "I'm Avacyn Mendacium, the Matriarch of Elysium. What brings you to my border on this rainy day?" She did notice the proximity of the woman to the pack's marked border, but since she wasn't blatantly within their territory she didn't think much of it for now. Looking to her expectantly, she waited to hear why she had been pulled out into the rain.

"Avacyn Medacium"