Through Glass
01-26-2014, 08:18 PM
The ivory countess's mind had been swirling with thoughts in the aftermath of her father's last meeting. The arrival of a legendary name in the ranks had caused a small uproar, the sudden reappearance of Argent was interesting, and the ivory woman sought out the silver dame without hesitation. She knew not, who Argent was, nor who the woman truly would be compared to her legends, but Roman did know that Argent was the type of wolf she wanted to get to know. As fate would have it, Isardis would give her permission to assist Argent in training the youth of the pack and readily she would accept. Though she was still training, gaining experience in fights she gladly would help train the pups, and youth of the pack helping to make them a force like no other. Loosely she followed the scent of the woman winding through the territory, and she would not follow it long before she came to a halt. She would tilt her head back, her sleek muzzle kissing the air and delivering a soft call for the other woman. Roman knew not where she would be, whether it was with her new children she was rumored to have, and if that was where she was, the woman had no desire to stir the slumber of Argent's babes. She would wait, her frame in the shadows of the pine, waiting for the arrival of the silver woman or perhaps a beckoning answer to draw her forward to the former Queen. Speech, |