The eve was quiet as twilight cast its radiant final light across the endless reaches of the sky. The play of red-orange hues enveloped by velvet night brought such calm to the wandering soul, again allowed the grace of Nature to witness this quiet death that would lead to a wondrous rebirth the following morning. To watch among the confines of marked borders was never the same as gazing upon this splendor among the vast, unkempt world. The wild earth was, and would always be home to her restless spirit, and its call had again led her from the sanctuary of the pack into its eternally welcoming bosom.
Gallivant strides kept the golden form progressing towards the setting sun as if in some vain attempt to prolong its set and meld her like hide into its warm beaconing hue. To revel within its beauty for a moment longer before darkness shrouded the lands. Though her molten gaze was blinded by stunning light, they needn’t see what lied ahead for the refined sense of smell was better able to accomplish her aim. Despite the gorgeous array of the setting sun, it was not what she sought during the late hour; rather seeking a familiar scent, the allure of pack inhabited by warriors.
Since the unfortunately brief engagement with the establishment’s king, she longed to find this palisade of kindred souls and indulge her curiosity. Enraptured with the very idea of being among like people kept the woman awake and longing for an opportunity to appease her appetite for their knowledge. What was the culture like? Were they warriors of armor and weaponry? Or were they living weapons like herself; bred to engage and subdue if need be? She wanted to know… she had to know, if not only to satisfy her curiosity then to lessen the gap between herself and the other wolves of these lands that were still very new and very strange. The desire to dispel her loneliness became a private wish; to know there were others like herself became her silent goal. And what better step than towards the inviting path laid before her by the embodiment of strength and fortitude.
From her muscled shoulder ascended the speckled body of her companion, his vain cry ringing out in the still air to draw the attention of any being that stirred. His awareness of their surroundings heightened the further they delved into the darkening lands until he became uneasy and was compelled to survey at a more comfortable height, leaving his earth bound companion under his watchful gaze. Below, the scent of marked lands had grown faint but evident to her delicate sense encouraging a pause in stride to behold the land she’d ventured to. She had yet to feel the instinctual sense of violation and knew that these lands were unclaimed, but she had hoped she hadn’t strayed too far from her aims. With no true direction, she was left to guess even with her owl scouting overhead. But the faint scent gave her hope.
Her bulked form became better accommodated to suit a two legged stature with a sound shift of form, retaining both refined figure and radiant hide now dulled by the decreasing light. Wild locks flowed freely as she stood becoming a haphazard mess of tangled strands with leaves woven in. A form not yet cultured to the civilization that was gradually overtaken her kind, but was well endowed when granted the opportunity to show it. As her companion had done, so did she lift her voice to capture the attention of those still awake to hear it. Her song began softly, but the crescendo of her octave could not be withheld… not when such elation was laden within. ‘This longing heart seeks its kindred pair,' she sang, '...in body and mind… a warrior’s spirit with eyes of the sun…’