09-12-2011, 03:00 PM
((*swoops in and steals it* We can chat and meet Tal's mommy all at once. Teehee. wc 316))
Just a day or so ago, Soran had called the pale woman to the border. Imagine her surprise to see her son, Tal, standing there in his jeans, all grown up and then some. They had talked, and then he'd left to return to his pack. To his mate.
Her son had taken a mate. The pale woman hadn't ever felt prouder of any of her offspring. He was his pack's second medic, and he had a mate he swore his life to. And the boy had his own son, too. Deuce was thrilled for her son. She planned on going to visit the boy in just a few days, to meet his mate and son. She'd been gathering willow bark near the border when a call rang out. She knew she wasn't high enough to greet joiners yet, but this didn't sound like a joiner looking for entrance. She bundled the strips of willow bark with a braid of grass and set it gently in her satchel, then made her way over to the border where the call had come from.
She saw the one who had called and stopped a foot away from the border, on the Dreamer side of the border. Her posture was neutral, her scarred face set in a friendly smile. "Hello there, I'm Deuce. How can I help you, young lady?" Oh yeah... she had every right to call most any one she saw young. The woman was nearing her ninth birthday in March. She studied the stranger, not threateningly, but curiously. The other woman had many piercings. It seemed they were becoming even more popular here. Back in Michigan, hardly anyone had them, and those who did were strange ones. Even being a shifter was frowned on back there.
Her tail wagged slightly, showing she had no ill intent to the one on the other side of the border.
Just a day or so ago, Soran had called the pale woman to the border. Imagine her surprise to see her son, Tal, standing there in his jeans, all grown up and then some. They had talked, and then he'd left to return to his pack. To his mate.
Her son had taken a mate. The pale woman hadn't ever felt prouder of any of her offspring. He was his pack's second medic, and he had a mate he swore his life to. And the boy had his own son, too. Deuce was thrilled for her son. She planned on going to visit the boy in just a few days, to meet his mate and son. She'd been gathering willow bark near the border when a call rang out. She knew she wasn't high enough to greet joiners yet, but this didn't sound like a joiner looking for entrance. She bundled the strips of willow bark with a braid of grass and set it gently in her satchel, then made her way over to the border where the call had come from.
She saw the one who had called and stopped a foot away from the border, on the Dreamer side of the border. Her posture was neutral, her scarred face set in a friendly smile. "Hello there, I'm Deuce. How can I help you, young lady?" Oh yeah... she had every right to call most any one she saw young. The woman was nearing her ninth birthday in March. She studied the stranger, not threateningly, but curiously. The other woman had many piercings. It seemed they were becoming even more popular here. Back in Michigan, hardly anyone had them, and those who did were strange ones. Even being a shifter was frowned on back there.
Her tail wagged slightly, showing she had no ill intent to the one on the other side of the border.