butterfly kisses [sparrow/abaven]
Having retreated from the north, the phantom queen found herself near the pack that had been her salvation during her pregnancy. A plan had formulated, and she had spoken with those close to her about an arrangement. Samael had been wary, with good reason. However, her children seemed interested. That was all she really needed, at this point. Coal dark limbs slipped through the summer grasses, skirting the narrow edge around the border. The rapids seemed a safe area to meet with the alpha. She would have the advantage of knowing the territory, and the young family would be in an area where there was no chance for her family to ambush the pack. Neutral ground, and all cards laid on the table. She had invited the children, before setting off. Divo had tagged along right away, with her teacher. Darya and Dominika were far more wary creatures, and she would not be surprised if they elected to remain with their father. An easy sway found itself in her gait, and she hummed a soft tune to herself. Her daughters were so big already! Divo stood nearly to her chest, while Darya was nearly to her shoulder. Yet, they were so young! Thankfully, Dominika seemed reluctant to grow any taller. At least she would have one child to dote over forever. Casting a glance to her fellows, she smiled a little. She prayed this went over well. Gentle motions of her muzzle had her daughter nosed closer to her flank, before she tipped her head back to summon the lady, Sparrow. ooc. Lirika and co intend to repay Abaven for helping with pregnancy checks :D anyone welcome
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Meeting with the local packs had seemed to be a good idea. Extending olive branches, and making themselves familiar with them. It was a shame the princess had elected to remain here. She would have made a great queen, in the motherland. The muscular shaman meandered along beside the willowy dame, keeping the youngest of the group between them. In between their current den site and the pack lands, they were rather quiet. Seeing how the woman cared for her daughter was endearing. As the call rang out, the shaman looked around. This was a rather expansive territory, and yet it didn't seem to be swarmed by other wolves. Where were they all hiding? Glancing to the pale woman at her side, she made her ideas known. "There are a startling amount of herbs in this area, perhaps we could initiate a trade between ourselves? I could gather ones from other areas and trade them to this pack, if they would be amenable." Low vocals would murmur, brow quirked. After all, there was no doubt in her mind that they had to be lacking in herbs from southernly locales. She opted to wait, and see who appeared. If Lirika was interested in such a concept, she would likely voice it. After all, her own scheme was rather similar.
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