08-29-2010, 09:31 PM
When Chief Dawali had led her deep into the AniWaya territory for the first time, Ralla was amazed at the similarities between the AniWayan land and the Moon Tribe land. Although the forests of the Moon Tribe were far more dense and littered with vines and leafs, the Nova Scotian forests were the same with pine needles and larger leafs. The color of the bark also differed a little, but the loamy soil beneath her paws--turning harder as the season got later--felt instinctivly like home. Against all the red and green foliage alike, she stood out like a pale white beacon.
The first sign of the AniWayan village was the flaring fire that Ralla smelled and saw from a far distance. It's sheer intensity astounded the white shewolf, and her excitement grew tenfold when she was told of its purpose. 'The Great Fire'. That she had found a tribe that practiced the belief in the ways of the earth and heavens only made Ralla feel more at home.
All that was left was to find her way and place.
The dawn had now given way to morning, and the huts and older structures were more visable when she finally entered the village. Totems were erected all over, and colored beads and feathers hung from the awnings and doors. She smelled other wolves around, but all the scents were so intermingled that she could not tell whether they were fresh or stale.
Deciding to shift to optime form for her first impression on the tribe, Ralla felt her back arch as her bones began to shift smoothly, the transformation so practiced that it was more like first nature and not second. When she was finished, she was left with a medium-sized body, ever-long limbs, and a lengthened palid mane. Her muzzle had become more refined, and her forest green eyes searched eagerly for her new packmates, long tail swishing back and forth in anticipation as her tooth and claw necklaces clinked together as her head veered back and forth.
Would they like her? What would she do? Where would she live? What were they like?
'All in good time,' she tried to counsel herself. 'Patience, patience...' But isn't patience hard for everyone when they're excited?
The first sign of the AniWayan village was the flaring fire that Ralla smelled and saw from a far distance. It's sheer intensity astounded the white shewolf, and her excitement grew tenfold when she was told of its purpose. 'The Great Fire'. That she had found a tribe that practiced the belief in the ways of the earth and heavens only made Ralla feel more at home.
All that was left was to find her way and place.
The dawn had now given way to morning, and the huts and older structures were more visable when she finally entered the village. Totems were erected all over, and colored beads and feathers hung from the awnings and doors. She smelled other wolves around, but all the scents were so intermingled that she could not tell whether they were fresh or stale.
Deciding to shift to optime form for her first impression on the tribe, Ralla felt her back arch as her bones began to shift smoothly, the transformation so practiced that it was more like first nature and not second. When she was finished, she was left with a medium-sized body, ever-long limbs, and a lengthened palid mane. Her muzzle had become more refined, and her forest green eyes searched eagerly for her new packmates, long tail swishing back and forth in anticipation as her tooth and claw necklaces clinked together as her head veered back and forth.
Would they like her? What would she do? Where would she live? What were they like?
'All in good time,' she tried to counsel herself. 'Patience, patience...' But isn't patience hard for everyone when they're excited?