sweet dreams are made of this [J]

[Camila Santiago]

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It was a tawny shadow that was making her way through the spongy spring lands of the country she'd known as Canada, heading for a distant target that was Nova Scotia in search of a new pack to lay her name before. She'd begun the journey from Maine and her heartfelt farewell to Luis in her four-legged Lupus form, her knifed belt now doubled around her narrow chest as she continued at a steady trot. Her heart and mind still lingered with her ailing father figure, but it was her spirit that was turned to new hopes that he'd had for her, and that was pushing her forward.

Camila had been tempted from time to time to settle in a cave she'd found, near Halycon mountain (if she'd known that that was where she was), and simply hunt off of the lands as a nomad - she could take down deer on her own in her various forms; Lupus for the greater exercise, Secui for strength, and Optime to use her knives, but her obligation to Luis and her subconscious need for a pack drove her forward, past the mountains, and into the heart of pack territory.

It had been at time hazardous to dance along the outskirts of territories, and if it weren't for simple luck driving her towards Halifax, she wouldn't have made it to this border at all. The skulls posted on fences were a clear warning to remain on the outskirts of one pack's territory, and also away from joining them at all. Their hostile and haunting influence discomforted her soul, and her gait grew faster to put her back to the lands.

As the day was beginning to be drawn into night by the moon's silvery tendrils, so Camila found herself on the outskirts of the first territory that at least seemed not hostile outright. Clamped in her jaws was a hare she'd chased from a mile back and had carried to this new pack, Luis' demand for etiquette still ringing in her ears as if he'd put it as another piercing in her appendage.

Sitting down on the very edge, with someone's scent wafting into her nose so strongly it threatened to knock her off her paws, the fae slowly edged off her more superfluous jewelry with her nose and watched with disinterest as they clunked to the springy earth beneath her paws. Before she gave reason for the undress, however, she lifted her tipped muzzle to the sky, allowing a low, alto sound to spring from her jaws and paint the air, hopefully loud enough to reach anyone on a dusk patrol. She held her sound strong for a few seconds, until music carried the time away, until her breath ran out and her notes ended in a higher burst before silence ensued.

From there, while she waited for someone to arrive, her bi-coloured eyes scanning the territory before her, Camila willed her body to shift, her bones to mold beneath her. It was clear that her posture was elongating, her limbs lengthening and fur growing, covering more skin than there had been before, her balance shifting from four paws to two, before at long last she was standing in her Optime form, hair tumbling down her back and into her eyes as she stood at the Casa di Cavalieri border. Slowly slipping the jewelry back onto her limbs, a faint smile coloured her features as she listened to their comforting cling, admiring them in the fading orange light before standing erect and proud, but with her head bowed, gaze sweeping the land in front of her in search of any movement to indicate she was not the solitary creature she'd been for the past days.

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