The Miracles pack lands were starting to feel more and more like home with each passing day. Having spent the harsh winter on her own she had begun to wonder if she would ever know the feeling of home again. Her fast made friendship with Heath had been the start of her settling in and she now had a place to call her own, the humble little log cabin she had built with her pack mates. She had been the only one with any prior experience with the task but the others had caught on quickly and it seemed they had all enjoyed their accomplishment that day. It was still far from finished but the main structure was built.
The coast lands that the pack called home was quite unlike the lands Anann had grown up in the land locked west. However there were the stables and just like her previous home, her life here revolved around them. Largely thanks to the large Friesian stallion and the tight bond they shared. On this particular morning Rem was already wait for Anann when she woke. It brought a smile to her face, to see him grazing as she stepped out of her home. Just couldn't wait, could you? She gave him a light pat on the neck before mounting the horse with a nimble jump. Setting off for their routine morning ride. There was no set path that they followed each day and for the most part it was the unbridled horse that chose the path though occasionally Anann would use the tap of a heel to alter his coarse.
There had been many coming to the borders lately. Most seemed to be wolves new to the area seeking a home much like she had months ago. Anann had yet to answer any such call. Having been in the lands only a few months she hardly felt it was her place even if she had risen significantly through the ranks since her own joining. It was hardly surprising when she heard yet another call coming from the borders. It was close and different from those seeking acceptance into the pack. Wordlessly she urged the horse beneath her towards the call. It took only a few minutes for the pair to reach the stranger at a gentle loop to reach the source. Good morning! She called out as the tall, dark man came into view. The horse under her slowing to a trot before coming to a halt a few feet from the unknown man. What brings you to Cour des Miracles? She asked cordially, a welcoming smile across her maw. The scent of the dreamers was on him. It was comfort, signaling he was much more likely friend than foe. What was with the large men here? This fellow was even taller than her Anatoliy if she wasn't mistaken.
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