The white form stepped delicately through the trees, slender muzzle and dark nose tilted toward the boughs fanning out above and around her. Only weeks ago the forest had been a uniform green of differing shades, from the flat color of the deciduous leaves to the near-celadon of the pine needles. Now, there were an increasing number of bright patches: yellows and reds and browns, as if the leaves were sucking up the colors of daylight September was steadily snatching away. She anticipated the coming winter with a hint of nervousness, the memory of the blizzard all too clear in her mind, but she realized that she hadn’t yet spent a fall in Nova Scotia. And it was a pity, too—the land, despite its cold mornings and lengthening nights, was absolutely beautiful, something that kept her anchored to Vinátta half as much as blood ties did. Even if she did not have kin here, she didn’t think she’d be able to leave this sanctuary.
Shiloh inhaled the rich odor of the forest then sighed, before sniffing again quickly. She’d run into a few of her pack mates over the days since she’d joined, but there were still many scents flitting around the territory that were unfamiliar to her. This one was, in a sense, unfamiliar—but the undertones of Stormbringer, and her brother, were clear as day. Her brow furrowed before she made a conscious effort to unwrinkled it, and she pushed her pale hair back from her face as, nose pointed to the branches where the scent was (oddly) concentrated, she padded through the woods.
Her blue eyes widened as the trees cleared, and she looked at the mostly-finished construction with interest. It looked like quaint Jordheim wouldn’t be the only settlement within Vinátta, although this place was unpolished enough to make her glad she lived in her green little home. Casting a skeptical glare at the dirt and the blunt edges of the wood, she passed several buildings then found a large one that the scent trial vanished into. Her ears tipped back slightly as she approached the massive entrance, but that was the only trace of unease she let herself show before she stepped inside.
“Hello?” Shiloh called, and her voice echoed through the long, low hall. She frowned and stepped forward again, her eyes trying to adjust to the dimness—but not before her toes struck something blunt lying on the ground, and she let out a squeak.
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Bahaha, taking Shiloh not so seriously this time. <33
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