08-31-2010, 12:52 AM
The slight wolfess meandered without much thought, and without a care, through the territories that comprised her home. The summer was pleasant, and August was especially temperate. Geneva did not deal well with temperature extremes, and so she preferred the warmth of August in favor of the harsh heat of June and July. Phoenix Valley was an oasis of fresh air and a palette of beautiful summer colors. The colors deepened from the soft hues of spring to thrust shades of deep, bright life into the forefront of her vision. It was a beauty she could appreciate, especially since things were falling into place, especially because Phoenix Valley was truly becoming "home" to her again.
As the wolfess trekked - on two legs - her olive colored gaze fell upon the form of one who might grow to call Phoenix Valley "home" as well. The pair of Russian brothers had been interesting to talk to at the borders. Their history was rich, she thought, and their bodies still bore the dust and weariness of a life on the road. From what they had told her, it was obvious that they had traveled far. Geneva was glad to see Dmitri have some respite from the weariness of travel.
Curious to know more about her new packmate, the Whilom sauntered over, clearing her throat a bit in order to indicate her presence. She did not want to disturb him, and so she stayed at a good social distance. Claiming a seat on the ground a few feet away, the Whilom raised her soft voice to speak to the Russian. "How do you like it here, so far?" Mindful of his difficulty with what seemed to be a new tongue, Geneva took care to pronounce her words completely and not to let the whisper-like quality of her voice shroud the clarity of her words.
As the wolfess trekked - on two legs - her olive colored gaze fell upon the form of one who might grow to call Phoenix Valley "home" as well. The pair of Russian brothers had been interesting to talk to at the borders. Their history was rich, she thought, and their bodies still bore the dust and weariness of a life on the road. From what they had told her, it was obvious that they had traveled far. Geneva was glad to see Dmitri have some respite from the weariness of travel.
Curious to know more about her new packmate, the Whilom sauntered over, clearing her throat a bit in order to indicate her presence. She did not want to disturb him, and so she stayed at a good social distance. Claiming a seat on the ground a few feet away, the Whilom raised her soft voice to speak to the Russian. "How do you like it here, so far?" Mindful of his difficulty with what seemed to be a new tongue, Geneva took care to pronounce her words completely and not to let the whisper-like quality of her voice shroud the clarity of her words.