This place was littered with the scent of blood, which was obvious as to what it was. Karola had heard that loners commonly went here when searching for a home, so here she was with her daughter. Her pink eyes looked over at her daughter to make sure she was close, she knew that the girl could defend herself, but she was merel a year. They still had their disadvantages. The woman looked ahead before raising her head in a howl. Calling those who wished to try and gather them.

"Te iubesc"(I love you) she whispered lightly to her daughter. Karola didn't even say that often, but that was a truth. This was a new chapter in their life, so she was willing to move onto in it together. Once Sorc turned two, then she would no longer be bound by Karola, she would be trying to find a family of her own. It probably didn't help that Karola's husband had died at a young age from an illness, it had left Sorc at the age of a season with no father.

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Sorcière les Désastre
A sudden spark ignites, And from the dark a light breaks the silence

Quietly the yearling followed her mother, knowing she would lead them to where they had to be. These lands were strange just as the ones within them, their customs and traditions, she was sure were even stranger. Something they would have to grow accustomed to and learn quickly, given the time Sorcière knew they would adjust. For better or for worse, her life was going to be turned upside down. A sigh almost left her but was kept at bay, as that nose wrinkled at the scent of old blood. This was some kind of battlefield, ancient and clearly had been used for a long time.

Those Romanian words caught the yearlings attention, molten eyes flickered to her mother. A mere soft nuzzle was given into the right side of Karola's neck, a simple but loving gesture that was even rarer then Sorcière saying she loved her mother. Sorcière stepped aside to her right the yearling remained, those molten eyes on her surroundings, knowing it would not take long for company to greet them.

The blue brute would take a stroll away from Imperium, wishing to have a breathof fresh air. With the children born it felt like he never had any free time and well, they where a lot of effort. Dione also had to get back to her duties, leaving Novaro to act like a housewife. But today he would sneak away while she was sleeping, in the hopes she'd look after them for a few hours. His steps where light and calculated, orange gaze surveying the area carefully. The battlefields where rather plain, the floor rarely having any greenery due to the numerous battles that take place. His attention would quickly land upon two figures, one a woman, the other appearing slightly younger then Novaro. What interested him more were their colours, though by now he was used to wolves coming out with lots of crazy designs. He would waste no time in walking over to the pair, his posture dominant though not overpowering. Novaro would make sure to keep his distance, never trusting how a stranger may react, and well he must be prepared for battle at all times. " What brings you both to the battlefield? it's not a very safe place." Though by rank he cant force claim, there's no reason why he can't try and persuade. " Im Novaro Red, Warrior of Imperium"

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