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Ralla · 01-31-2011, 10:59 PM

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Her breath made little clouds of mist in the air as she breathed soundly, her forest green eyes scanning around her and her large ears pivoting this way and that. One would've thought she was hunting, with the way she was looking around. For all she knew, the newcomer could've left and she was only looking for a ghost. That sent shivers up her spine, having reminded her of the encounter at Grandfather's Tears. That place... Words couldn't describe the deep sorrow that had etched itself into the very land there. But she supposed that hers was a healthy curiosity, to want to see who had entered their pack. On the other side of that coin, she was just being downright nosey. Ah well... She couldn't even defend herself there.

On the outskirts of the village now, straining to scent something through the diluting frozen water, all she could scent were horses, pine trees, and the Great Fire's burning ash. All else was overpowered by those dominant fragrances amongst the dead of winter, where one would've thought that tracking would be easier. Of course, it also might've been to the fact that her 'purifying dip' in AniWaya's waters might've given her a little bit of a cold... Not even her winter coat was a match for the cursed Grandfather's Tears, apparently. She stopped, suddenly feeling a presence near her. Turning her head, she saw she was right, her ears fully pricked towards the sound of feet crunching on snow and the soft exhalation of another's air. And by the moon's coincidental grace, there was a newcomer. Whether he was from this foreign pack or an actual AniWayan who she had yet to meet was questionable, but she had noticed that he had been looking at her. With the quick glimpse she was allowed through her line of vision, she could see that he was a tall wolf and colored to the likeness of a native arctic-survivor; shades of dusky blue and white and silver and dove grey. He wore some garments that seemed equipped for survival, although with the speed of her glimpse and even with her sharp eyes, she could only see something glinting--gold--at his side. But what struck her was his eyes; violet. With a passing thought she compared the color to Strelein's own lavender irises, but dismissed it as the shade was much deeper. These eyes were the symbolistic color of royalty, honor, and mysticism. And also...their color could mean mourning and danger. But regardless, she was drawn to their gaze, wondering; Is this the foreigner?

"Wait!" she called out, unable to sate her curiosity through that quick glance. What exactly is he doing here? Is it really just animal lessons? Where's he from? She didn't know quite why her curiosity was so high with this particular stranger. For all she knew, dozens of strangers came and went without her knowing;and this was probably true, too. But she supposed she wanted that novelty of a diverse experience. Yes, she had much travelling under her belt, but until the end of February, she was content and determined to stay within AniWaya's borders until she had to leave for that agonizing two months. There was nothing she could do about it; it had to be done and it was set. She ran down the gentle slope, through the pines, until she caught up to the man, stopping a few yards away to be respectful. Didn't matter if it was her native pack; respect was due any pack member's guest. She felt dumb for a moment as she looked at the newcomer, taking in his appearance. While she never judged a person's character on their looks, clothing and one's build could speak volumes about their culture and occupation. As she had gleamed earlier, the gold flash on his wasit was a medal, although she didn't know what for. Her original tribe didn't have medals--they used body decoration and weaponry to denote rank--and so she did not comprehend the meaning of the circle of medal. But the man's face was slender, as was the rest of his body, lean muscle lying beneath his pelt. On his arm was quite a marking... What could it mean...? Immediatly, without consciously knowing, her mind began a search for something similar to it, but came up blank. There was no denying, though, that this man was handsome. Very suddenly she realized how rude she was being, shouting out for the man to wait and then just looking at him.

"Ah, forgive me... My name's Ralla. I heard that there was a foreigner in AniWaya, so I was looking for you." His scent was distinctly of the stables and the pines mixed with his own unique musk, as all wolves had, although she could not discern details due to the dratted infliction that she was forced to bear until her health returned to tip-top shape. "I suppose...that sounds like a rather silly reason, right?" Good job, me. With all your 'education', you still sounded like an idiot... She was no longer a child wolf; she had to start acting like a true adult.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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