The mocha ticked wolfess had come to carry a deep respect for her russet companion. His knowledge of the land and terrain had only reinforced her admiration during their few days travel. Though she had always walked beside him, he had been the leader in her mind. She followed him, whether she offered a suggestion to aid him or not. The last night of the trip, camped out before the borders of Vinatta, had been a fitting closure to their travelling. Whatever they talked about was lost in her memory for at some point in their conversation one of them had made a playful jest that had sent her rolling in a fit of laughter. Laughing so hard that it had made her cry had been an unfamiliar sensation for the Calidus girl. Never before had she been able to express such heightened emotion. Truth be told it had exhausted her so that she had fallen to sleep shortly afterwards, her mind neglecting to file away the details of the occurrence for her later reminiscence.
This morning walking to the borders of what would hopefully become their new homeland, Cassia could not wipe the grin off her face. Due to the aforementioned mental mishap she could not place why exactly she was in such giddy spirits and chalked them up to simply being with her dearest friend, Oak. She stopped when he stopped, sea green gaze connecting with his and watching him raise his nose to the sky. The first bellows of his melodious call stirred her to follow in kind, raising her voice with his to harmonize with his call for an audience with a member of the pack. Now, all that remained was the waiting. [/html]