ooc: Secui form. All big and imposing :p
Stress. She hadn’t believed it to be in her own vocabulary until lately. Stress was a concept for individuals with higher responsibility and poor methods to alleviate the tensions that came with it. Stress was a concept that brought on kinks to the neck from huddled over in thought, lack of appetite from distraction, and a side-step around even the simply joyful activities that had once brought a smile to her face. And lack of sleep should not be forgotten from this lengthening list of symptoms.
Suffice it to say, they were showing quite well on her, as well as a burden could be conveyed. Not a day went by since her return to Ichika without her head throbbing with some kind of irritant. Either something had been forgotten, or she had set a task for herself that remained incomplete. It was taxing to have to recall it all and make some sort of a plan for both herself and her intentions. The Nomad was growing weary, it was plain on her face and yet she was too distracted to do anything other than ignore her physical state. There were more important things to do than stare at the river’s reflection of her face, regardless of how tired and haggard she looked. She would take care of it when she made some kind of a break for herself…eventually.
The woman was wrenched from her bout of vanity by the coarse howl of a stranger at their borders. The call itself was not fully wolf in nature, but the underlying tones allowed the voice to be carried just the same. Grudgingly pulling herself from the river’s edge, she unfolded her haunches whilst her eager front limbs already pulled her body up and into a turn toward the caller’s voice. Her once idle legs darted her across the snow covered lands almost instantly, working rhythmically in time to draw her nearer to their quest as well as keep from stumbling over the dual heavy cords trailing off either muscular shoulder. Again braiding had served as a temporary reprieve from the yet to be originated stress, but she hadn’t believed it to be a troublesome hobby til now.
Daring to break her concentration she raised her muzzle and sounded her returning call, alerting their guest that he was acknowledged and would be received shortly, an awarded courtesy to the listening ears rather than keep the expecting waiting in silence. The stone lined border was within sight, as well as the steed that accompanied a mild yellow looking hybrid, more dog than wolf as far as she could see. And even without drawing near, she could smell the strong aroma of pack on the both of them as well as the pleasant hint of the wild that intermingled. She remained silent for the time being, allowing her rampant heart to settle as she continued to breathe deeply the fragrant air of their mingled scents. Immediately she could not deduce the pack scent and why it struck a familiar chord, but she was quite fine in letting her mind ponder, seeing no reason to rush to a conclusion just yet. Feeling her heart settle to comfortable beats, she patiently seated herself before the blonde coated male and inclined her head humbly in welcome, spilling loose autumn bangs in front of her eyes. “Welcome,” she greeted him kindly with a gentle smile upon her lips. “These lands you border are of Ichika, no Ho-en. I am its Seiki, X’yrin. Might I have the pleasure of your name as well as your business with these lands, sir?”