Whine around town.

[Nayru]

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420 wc. Like an apparition she appeared from out of the overgrown vineyards, effortlessly threading her way to the location that the stranger was at. The wind, by luck, had revealed the visitor, for Nayru did not excel at tracking, but stealth she could do and do well. It helped that the other was engaged in taking in her surroundings, so Nayru didn’t have to breathe quite so silently, but her foot falls made virtually no sound at all as she glided out from the underbrush. The last month Nayru had spent getting to know Dahlia’s pack lands inside out, and she knew how to get from any location in Dahlia de Mai to another without encountering anyone. And so like a ghost, the pack land was her’s to roam unchallenged. It gave the child great confidence and it was with this confidence she was able to approach the older female with a set stare and a steady voice. "Could I help you with something?" The scarlet eyes were not hard, but inquisitive, and her voice not rough but ever sweet and lilting. Yet she was not soft, not now. Nayru was, of course, soft. Teh fairy child was malleable clay in the hands of Dahlia de Mai, a gentle spirit feeling for her place beside her pack mates. Yet this was not a pack mate, and so Nayru was not a child for her. For Conor and Cwmfen, and even for Vark and Bris she would be a puppy. She could be adorable or pathetic or silly and even stupid, because she belonged to them. Nayru belonged to no one else but Dahlia de Mai, and when the scent had hit her nose, a strange unfamiliar and thus not Dahlian scent, she had become protective and curious. Something was to be done and Nayru had decided she was the one to do it. And so she appeared as an adult, in mind at least, before the strange looking canine. Her small piebald body, half grown in comparison to yearlings and over, standing as erect and tall as it could. What are you? The thought crossed her mind but was never spoken out loud, for Nayru in her sheltered life had never seen anything other than a wolf and had only heard of coyotes and smelt them. This female was neither, but Nayru didn’t mind. Answers would come in time, they always did, and neither smiling nor in any manner displeased Nayru peered at the woman, awaiting the answer to her inquiry.

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