The lady Jace had been a great help to the otherwise distraught Nomad. Her eyes had been opened and sullen spirit rejuvenated with the hope instilled by the mother’s comforting words. As they walked in comfortable conversation, time slipped by unnoticed, turning to hours of enlightened talk about the other aspects of the pack; of their duties and the like. Only recently had the Exultare inherited the rite to lead the Envoys of Ichika and like a fool she had squandered the blessing she had received by abandoning both post and duty simply because she did not want to face the reality of what was and what would be. However Jace’s words were an encouragement to bring her out of these dreary emotions and look ahead to what they both would be needed for. She could not afford to disappoint herself or the ones she would dedicate herself to train and make ready for the world. Wallowing was simply no longer an option.
But familiar talk had brought her out of her pitiful shell and for once she delved with interest into the life of another and found herself compelled to talk of herself. She touched lightly on her culture, the paths they lead and just a few of the practices they conducted on a daily bases. She even explained the site upon the mountains in which the Nomads would travel to breed and come together in celebration of another year of survival. X’yrin had fallen at ease beside her blossoming friend and pup, and truly felt herself smiling from the heart.
A pause to Jace’s stride stopped her own as they neared the Forest. An unfamiliar scent brought her hackles to stand on end defensively, her nostrils flaring to encapsulate the scent hoping that a hint of Ichika would be upon them. It was not the scent but Jace’s call to the she-wolf that brought ease to the woman again and rendered her defensive act unnecessary. Both wolf and owl upon her shoulder relaxed considerably. “A friend of yours, Lady Jace?” she asked kindly.