life is short, enjoy it while you're young The family had been in the eastern lands for a while now, which allowed her more time to teach Divo about the local herbs. The day was in full swing, with the sun high in the sky. Her young student was napping in the shade of the lush trees a fair ways from where she now rested. A few herbs were drying on the stones of the stone steppe, and she would return for them later in the day. With all of her chores completed for the time being, she was taking an opportunity to lounge. It wasn't often that she got to laze about. All of her limbs were arranged neatly beneath her, head resting on her forepaws. Two toned eyes were shut, expression soft. The rush of water from the falls was a balm on her soul. It had been quite some time since the gods had reached out to her, and she was beginning to feel concerned. Were they not present in this land? How was she supposed to train young Divo if the gods had abandoned this place? In the coming weeks, she would need to be more vigilant for any signs from them. "speech"

The foul king had slacked and lost track of the one he was to protect. It hadn't taken him long to pick up a trail though. He was a renowned Hunter for a reason. He could remember his first hunt which he had taken his kill to the shaman he now protected to honor her and the gods. His dual toned emerald gems had brought a small smile to her lips and she said he was blessed. He was inclined to believe her on it. He still was learning about the gods but he did thank svarog he had a patient woman to learn from.

He padded closer on heavy paws. In his jaws he carried a late season fawn. Olya would appreciate his will to share his kill not only with her but with the gods. He had already taken the liberty to carve out it's heart and lay it on a stone as an offering to the gods. Hopefully he had done well. Olya had yet to tell him if they would take offense to such offerings or if they would be pleased.

This land was quiet. He didn't feel the closeness of the gods olya spoke so proudly of here. He fou nd the cream and pale woman easily. With her a short ways off he could see a child of albino colors, likely the shaman in training Lirika had spoken of. He moved to olya with a smile and a curt bow of his body once he reached just in front of her. He sat the fawn down and nosed it towards her. "My apologies most honorable shaman, I did not mean to delay. Might we be taking the young Divo to the motherland?" she would learn better there he felt.

life is short, enjoy it while you're young Here came her faithful guard, returning from his ventures to scout out the surrounding areas. The rhythmic thump of paws was accompanied by masculine musk. The tang of blood soon mingled with his scent, and she opened her eyes. Mottled form strutted closer, and the male clasped a small deer in his jaws. He stopped short before her, dipping into a small bow. She lifted her head, offering him a broad smile. "My apologies most honorable shaman, I did not mean to delay. Might we be taking the young Divo to the motherland?" he said, offering the young doe to her. "Thank you, dear Xiomar." she murmured, bracing one paw over its ribs. The stain of gore, and the gaping hole in its chest, showed that he had been learning well. Every now and again, an offering to the divine mother and father was appropriate. "I would prefer to spend more time here, and determine whether the gods are present or not." She said softly, glancing towards the pool where the falls gathered. Rarely did she ever glean any premonitions from pools, but one could always hope. That had been the speciality of one of the coastal shamans she had met once. "Милостивый мы из Велеса." She whispered, before tearing some of the cooling flesh away from the carcass. It was only once she had finished her mouthful that she spoke again. "Have you found anything of interest thus far? I would love to hear of your ventures." She questioned, raising a brow to him. "speech"