Before her companion could go on and further grate her ears with his excitable screeching, she hurriedly clasped a hand around his beak, chuckling softly as the bird looked at her indignantly. “Please be calm,” she voiced with a tired smile played upon her lips. She could only catch so much of his words before it all sounded like a jumbled mass. But she couldn’t blame him, this news of the gathering was exciting! But with the silencing of his chatter she was able to hear movement from the inside of the den and witnessed her mate emerge to see what was going on just outside. She released her companion then shrugged her shoulder for him to take flight in gesture to wake their neighbors with the news. The nameless bird was all too willing to comply and left the warrior pair be to talk amongst themselves.
Whether it was chosen to be acknowledged or not, there was tension between the Envoy pair brought on by the events that had transpired and the increasingly differed views harbored by the two of them. In her mind, the Exultare female still believed herself to be a failure; robbed of the joy she wished to experience while her loving mate had mentally set himself apart from the pack they called home. It was distasteful to her to know that her mate did not favor all of Ichika as family… but it was not misunderstood. Perhaps they shared the same ideals of the pack but chose to go about it differently; he would rather exploit the pack as a whole as weak, whilst she’d rather ignore it and muster what strength she could do defend it. But it was driving the both of them ragged and irritable, X’yrin more so than her mate. And the suppression of her jealousy could only be concealed so much…
Upon seeing the tired face of her beloved her excitable tail slowed to a leisurely fan of the cool air and smile lessened to a humble turn of her lips. Her eyes had fallen to the snow, averted from this glacier blues as her ears too sunk with the depress of her mood. She did not dislike him…in fact she had loved him more as the days wore on… but given her burden, her feelings of worthlessness, she did not feel she deserved to look at him. “We didn’t mean to cause a fuss,” she apologized meekly for her now gone companion. “He was excited about a gathering taking place not far from here. All kinds of people have come together to exchange their items and participate in events. There was dancing and sparring, and trading of all kinds. It sounds like a festival.” Bravely, she lifted her eyes to meet his from beneath the overgrowth of bangs. “The Nomads used to hold events like this when we travelled to familiar pack lands of which we had good relationships with. We used to trade out crafts and our skills for passage… we even offered mates to the eligible to strengthen our bonds with our stationary neighbors. What he has described sounds fairly similar…”