Vladislava had been in a downpour not too recently, and this time as she sensed the storm coming, she was well prepared. She and Dmitrii were settled comfortably under a large, branchy tree, and she knew rain wouldn't reach her and her horse easily under it. Even if it did, though, it wouldn't be anymore than a few drops at the most.
As the falling precipitation and swirling winds began to pick up, the Russian heard her Clydesdale begin to snort and paw at the ground nervously. She looked up to him and rose from her perch on the tree's bark, and reassuringly rested a hand on his neck. "Do not fear," she told him simply, knowing her words would help him calm down. Dmitrii was a gentle horse, but perhaps he was slightly fainthearted in roaring storms—which was understandable, really, as Vlad herself was afraid of lightning and thunder when she was a young pup.
As the rain storm eventually came to a quiet end sometime later, the Kalashnikov heiress was quick to mount her steed. The pair needed to get moving, needed to get on with their travels. Perhaps they could get a head start down to Casa di Cavalieri and get that little task over with, or perhaps they could just wander back to more familiar woods. Either way, they needed to get a move on, so Vlad snapped at the reigns of the white and brown dappled horse, and the duo was on their merry way.
They passed by the dunes on their way out, but Dmitrii was soon halted as a scent filled the she-wolf's nostrils. Her eyes glanced around as her ears flickered, trying to find the source, until her eyes glazed over a strangely tattooed woman, her lavender eyes staring off at something in the distance, her white and black form crouching behind the sand dunes. Vladislava blinked at her from afar, weighing her options, until she slowly slid off of the sadle, dark feet sinking into the damp sand. She took a small, cautious step forward, holding her tail in a cordial position to tell the other female she wasn't a threat, and spoke very softly, "Is everything alright?" She asked this in the interest of something being wrong with the white wolf, and Vlad was a bit nervous that by the pointed canine's posture something might've been troublesome.
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