Irritability was hardly her mask of choice especially when within her own lands. But it was none the less her mood as of late, weighed down by thoughts she attempted fervently not to succumb to. She couldn’t very well keep to her den, for that was where the troubled resided; ignorant of its effect upon her but none the less noticing her changed mood.
Rather than keep to the enclosure and combat through the mental struggle, she wandered into the thick of the Valley once again hoping for peace among the gnarly branches and cool serenity of the encompassing white. The earthen smells made crisp by the chill of the air did wonders to soothe her rough hackles and lift her tail but a fraction in merriment. The woman waltzed along in lengthen strides procuring the end of her single woven cord to toy with at leisure. A little distraction to further ease her mind, however childish the act might have been.
Yet as she walked alone through the paths committed to memory, she was indeed not the only one to survey the flora at leisure. A soft cry cut through the stillness of the air, coupled with the sound beat of spectacular wings as a skyward soul ventured down toward the earthbound female. His speckled wings stroked the air as he kept himself aloft in a hover before finally extending his talons to latch upon a golden shoulder. “Well..” his gleaming eyes turned to his perch as she spoke with some amusement. “I was beginning to wonder if you were still around at all. You’ve been too silent…” Smiling softly she lifted a claw to the owl’s beak for him to nibble affectionately. “You I can stand wolf, “ he murmured. “But not your friend.” The woman chuckled in retort knowing he spoke of her loving mate. There was no reason for them not to get along, but she supposed with two conflicting personalities as theirs it would be more likely that the heavens would move than them getting along.
What verbal parry she had in mind was silenced by a call sounding close to their borders. The voice was not pained nor hostile, simply an acknowledging ballad to listening ears. She needn’t respond to him, but relinquished her stroll for a quickened pace to greet this curious stranger, who by the apparent smell of it was not alone.