ooc: Anyone is welcome, but eventually she will need to speak to a leader either one she does or doesn't know.
Date: March 5th- Mid Afternoon

Form: Secui- wild mane and feathers included

From the Wentworth borders of Ichika, to the northern rim of Anathema, the autumn leaf was carried by the gathered momentum of delightful news earlier that day. A birth was to take place and though it was late in knowing, there was still time to make something of it. It was that supposed sense of elation, that catering disposition towards duty that kept her pace brisk in travel. Genuine glee was absent rendering her gait to look more like a flight of urgency than a bounce of joy. She could not be bothered to correct it however, as time was not in her favor and before her own thoughts could settle she found herself standing before the fragrant borders of their Anatheman neighbors.

The Nomad did not call for their leaders outright even though her muzzle was already poised upwards and waiting. In the time she was allotted she attempted to compose herself, or rather surface the trademark smile that often adorned her face. It felt almost strange to fit the gesture on her lips now especially when her heart did not reflect its sincerity. Not bitter, but at a loss, the she-wolf had come to be. And yet she still tried to force down that deplorable feeling and rouse something akin to joyous to that it may bleed through onto her face. But it was hopeless. Her lips quivered with the strain then inevitably gave up leaving her face darkened and shrouded by a mess of wild autumn locks. Perhaps if she spoke with someone, it would birth naturally…

Forgoing the shade, she at least sounded her presence for the ears of Anathema, seeking the audience of the Rakeeb she knew and even a leader she did not to bequeath an invitation that held upstanding precedence to Ichika as a whole.

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Patience was key when it came to seeking an audience and during the silent wait for a familiar to show, the woman was left with plenty to ponder over, unpleasant or otherwise. But while her thoughts strayed from the present, the lessening her sensory to the chill beneath her pads and deafening her ears to the chorus of song birds signaling the coming of spring, they did not wander too far into the depressing mood she had wandered off with. But still, she was very much unsettled, bothered to the point that her tail would not rest between her thighs and while it would have been healthy to assess these thoughts and express her disdain, she could not or rather… she would not, and continued to express her turmoil via the erratic sway of her lush tail.

The distraction of footfalls was very much welcomed coupled with the aroma of the Anatheman keep. However her expecting eyes were not greeted by the dull grey of the Rakeeb, but of piebald tones and a striking erected stalk of vibrant hues. Why some of their kind chose to decorate themselves so flamboyantly was beyond her immediate understanding… and it was doubtful that she would grasp the purpose behind the actions anytime soon. Never the less, she was faced with the oddity now and acknowledged it with a certain grace; a subtle incline of her large head pouring the loosened wild tendrils over her eyes once again.

“Good afternoon,” she addressed the female politely then raised her head and brought herself to stand just a little straighter out of courtesy. “I am X’yrin… I have come to speak with either Alaki, your Rakeeb or another leader of your pack regarding an invitation.” Her golden gaze passed kindly over the female, assessing her physical worth by what her eyes could immediately behold atop the black and alabaster pelt. “Might you be one of these leaders?”

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Though the ranks of the neighboring pack were not familiar to her, she became aware rather quickly that this was not a ranked wolf in whom she needed to speak with. But the Shepard was kind to her none the less as she was to all beings that crossed her path, and offered what she could make of a smile as the piebald female introduced herself. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” again her generous crown dipped politely but just as swiftly raised when asked of this invitation.

“Please forgive me if I do not share with you its contents,” she began again, careful not to place any abrasion in her tone. “Where I am from, it is an insult if a subordinate were to know of important news before the superior’s ear had a chance to hear of it. I do not wish to bring such insult upon your pack, even if you do not follow these practices.” Slowly her passive lips began to morph once more into a soft pull in the hopes the female would understand. “But I am certain the news will be shared to you all in due time. It is nothing ill placed-“

As she sought to subtly explain the contents of the invitation, her gaze caught the graceful movement of avian wings overhead, both welcomed and familiar given the audience whom his presence represented. Despite the emotional burden carried upon her shoulders, she she-wolf managed to smile a little more and felt herself grateful at the opportunity to see again a familiar face. As the Raheeb rode up to greet the Nomad on his steed, the she-wolf lowered her head humbly as she was but a guest upon the borders of another’s land. The calm voice of her neighbor was comforting, though the contents of his words spelled urgency for one reason or another. “Nothing has happened,” she eased calmly with a lighter voice. “I have only come to offer an invitation to you and your pack. Our Element Kiara will bring new life into Ichika very soon, and it is my hope as neighbors that we might share in this joyous occasion together.”