Second Time's the Charm?

Ralla · 01-05-2011, 10:25 PM

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They had only left yesterday, Noss and Ralla. Ralla had picked up her elder brother from the borders of Cour des Miracles for the beginning of their scouting journey, although they were detouring a little to the north for a day to re-enter the pack known as Cercatori d'Arte. Although Ralla had mistakingly trespassed the new pack's territory on her first visit, she had since learned of its legitimacy and benefits. The pack was filled with craftsmen, as was rumored, and it had sparked in the white wolfess's mind the possibility of feeding her single vice; curiosities. Ralla had all of her 'treasures' cluttering her hut back in AniWaya, but whatever odd or pretty knick-knacks--or, sometimes, strange things like broken bottles or toys--she just had the urgent need to take with her. Two packs weighed down Sugar on their journey--one for supplies, the other to carry whatever they came across--with her ceremonial fire-dancing staff strapped tightly so that it would not hinder the quarter horse's gait or fall. In truth, Ralla not only wanted to see what lied within the new pack, but wanted to perhaps procure what she would call a proper staff for ceremonies. What she had roughly carved...did not deserve such a title, or even near.

The heavy snows that year had not left any ground untouched. Both siblings were used to deep snow and ice, so their pelts were more than sufficient to withstand the icy fingers of winter. Sugar made due well enough, trudging through the path that Noss first stomped out ahead of the group. Ralla had to keep giving him directions, however, when he would veer off course, as if pulled by some mischievous spirit that wished to always lead him astray. At the very least he had seemed to have gotten used to the territory he was staying in, and had arrived at their rendez-vous seemingly without strife. Speaking of, I wonder how much trouble he's causing Strel...? She had met the redheaded wolf briefly, under less-than-pleasant circumstances, when Noss had finally tracked her down to AniWaya. He had seemed tough enough to endure Noss's brusque nature, but she could not lie; she was intrigued by the other male that Noss had spoken of. She had been elated when Noss informed her that not only would he not force her to stay in the Crescent Moon Pack once they returned to inform the pack about their leave of permanant absence, and then interested in Noss's own reason for staying. After the whole ordeal, she would have to formally meet Strel, to see what had made Noss decide to leave the pack and position he had once so prided himself on.

Still...what made her worry and blush the most was Kemo. Only a few nights ago had she confessed to him, and on that same night had been the occurence of her terrible vision. But it had all turned out alright; after all, she had promised him her eternal forgiveness. And she never went back on her word. It made her blush even harder to think that she had felt the way she did all along, but had been too oblivious to her own emotions to realize the truth. Missing those little details had caused such prolonged stress... But she was glad that the worst was over. Now that she knew the truth of matters, she wanted to help him even more than before. But she and Noss had had to leave; the sooner they went south and figured out the cause of Kemo's blindness, the sooner he could, maybe, rest a little easier. And in order to do that, scouting of the mountains was integral to their success. But as it was, they were nearing the southern tip of the Cercatori d'Arte lands, and soon they might, perhaps, see signs of life stirring around the borders.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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