Hello there! I'm Maddi 
Welcome to 'Souls WC: 588
The ebony pelted female had only really just arrived back home after the battle yesterday, she could not help but feel triumphant, they had achieved their goals, they had defeated the tyrannous leader of Aniwaya and hopefully restored some kind of peace to the lands. She was smiling as she walked the lands, her daughters were safe, her mate was safe, Mati was safe, all seemed well with the world, at least for this short moment of time, the packs had banded together and shown the cruel leader of the other pack that they would not be terrorised! They would not be pushed around according to his whims, they were strong and they were a family and he would not be getting in the way of that. The dark pelted female could not help but start to think of a plan, an idea for a pack gathering, after all their time of hard ship it was about time that they should have a celebration, the war was practically over after all, it was time for them to celebrate. Of course it could not be too cheery an occasion, they had lost friends and allies as had many others, it would be a rememberance of their lives, their help as much as anything. The sable grandmother was cherful for the moment though, even though her arm was bound tightly in a sling across her chest still. It still hurt when she moved it, the muscles having been damaged when she had been fighting that large male guardian, but today even that seemed less of a burden. The sound of a howl caught the sable female's ears and she began towards it, she mkoved with caution thoug, one never knew, this soon after what seemed to be the ending of the war it might be an Aniwayan wolf with a grudge, a debt that they felt needed settling, although it had transpired that most of the wolves who had lived in Aniwaya previous to Maska's rule had hated him as much as the wolves from other packs, joing forces with them to fight him and drive him from the lands, still it might be a guardian. Just in case Soran unclipped the knife that rested at her thigh from it's holster, not removing it, just making it easy to grasp if the call turned out to be from an intruder and not a newcomer.
Soon enough a dark pelted female came into view, Soran strode towards her carefully, the sable Aedile's curkled mane flowing freely, blowing about her shoulders and back in the breeze that blew through the lands. Her green eyes gazed over the female as she approached, noting her body modifications, it seemed that the older female had found a kindred spirit here, she herself had two silver hoops in the tip of her left ear, along with a tattoo on the upper portion of her right arm, a tribal butterfly in green and red with the word hope written beneath it. A smile touched her lips, although long fingers gently brushed at the handle of the knife in its holster as she approached, after all, one could not simply switch off their nervous emotions just because a war appeared to be over, there could still be ripples of trouble for some time to come.
"Hello there, who are you?" Soran said, her tone warmer than it had been in the past weeks, it would take a while, but she was beginning to relax around newcomers it seemed.
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