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Wolf on land. The cries of her companion reached down, pulling her eyes toward the sky in the direction of the bird’s fluid movements. The Nomad’s brows creased with interest then let her gaze return to the ground again to seek the Vinattan that bordered the lake. Her companion’s attempt at direction was terribly flawed as the pair had yet to cover them in their lessons. He kept speaking of movements up…then down again…then up…to the side. No doubt his attempt to following the movements, letting her know that the wolf was nearing, but in her frustration she simply called for the bird to descend and protect observe what he could from her shoulder as well as provide some kind of protection.
In retracing her companion’s flight she could see now the emergence of a dark form coming nearer then seated himself along her path. The Nomad was not so quick to halt her advance despite the clenching talons of her companion sinking into her shoulder. A trail of red followed her steps as blood would follow the steps of a wounded beast. A continuous bleeding from her crown adorned with the vulture’s feathers and those of her tawny owl companions. Within were tangled the late blossoms of summer and some of the hardier flora of the autumn, mirroring the hues of the Nomad’s own coloring; gold and umber as the leaves were taken by the early chill, coupled with rich red and faded orange.
The visual procession of summer to autumn was brought to a halt by mere words uttered innocently by what she assumed to be the Vinattan wolf. And she needn’t ask, though she had no intention of doing so, as the answer to the unspoken was given…rather kindly. Odd. Resuming her advance, she stepped cautiously around the dark male, noting his size as smaller than her own but saw no reason to make a show of it. His posture had earned him that courtesy of neutrality from his neighboring pack’s Alpha. As well as her curiosity.
“And what is a Vald of Vinatta?” she inquired evenly in the midst of her inspection. The berth of her circle remained at a comfortable distance but began to close as she rounded to stand in front of him again. “The way you all address yourselves? Or is it meant to hold significance within your ranks?” For on these neutral grounds, it meant nothing to her.