ooc text. Private: Eris. Pictou river, close by Salsola
She had to know. Know how the counselors were, if they were managing to find and retireve the scattered groups of former Crow's Chariot's members, if they were even still alive. She just had to know the answer to all this questions, and she knew only one who would have those. The spirits.
She have been told, ever since she was just a tiny little pup, that her family had been blessed with the protection and guidance of the treasure dragon and the autumn rooster spirits. It was said that the dominant spirit depended on the ruling leader of the group, as to balance the feminine and masculine energies. The dragon for women, the rooster for the males. It used to be the contrary on human mythology, but those have been rewritten.
If it was true, she was meant to be guarded by the hidden treasure keeper, Fucanglong. He would know what to do. But first, she would need a bridge, a living being that could cross and communicate with the spiritual world. The kind of bridge she managed to sense near this pack. It was strong and close enough for her to notice. The Keisari wasn't a shaman, but she was fond enough to sense connections with the spiritual world.
She had brought her chariot, guiding Mora all the way. Having tea with Vesper and Helotes had been surely pleasant, but as it was her nature, she had to move on. And make some business! The closest pack, she heard, was Salsola, which she was planning to start business with.
It was just a few minutes to sunset, some of the perfect times to connect with the other world. She started a fire close to her chariot to warm up, and started to chew on a leaf of catnip to calm down a bit. Hey, not only cats can benefit from it, you know! Catnip tea was great for sleeping in. And the short luperci had to admit: she was quite anxious. She had never done it before, and praying for her ancestors didn't count.
The young heir let out a short howl, a plea for companionship on the approaching night and spiritual comfort. Mora lied down and cuddle besides her owner, the mule's warm body helping to fight off the chilling wind roaming about. She could only hope for the right wolf to come.
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