OOC here!
J'adore smiled, 'It's a lovely day, isn't it?' The Spaniard leant down and lapped up a mouthful of water. His eyes surveyed the bank opposite him. It had been a great honor to see the world effloresce again after that dreadful snowstorm. Spring had returned to the land and J'adore had used his skills to help craft an brilliant tribute to his tribe. The fire keepers of the pack had grouped together (Though there were only two of them) and created a bone tree for the spring sacrifice.
Bringing his head back up from the water, he flicked his tongue around, clearing any loose beads of water away. White eyes searched the sky for a certain falcon spirit, but no Ptitsa was nowhere to be seen. It had been a few days since he had saw his guide. She had been there at the spring ceremony, watching J'adore muck up terribly in his speech. She had been there after, giving him words of some congradulations on his somewhat relevant rambling.
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