Word Count: +3 ● Wisteria's horse is this one. I'll be playing her slightly for the time to have her join/ect, but she is an NPC and Open Character for the pack! SOMEONE SHOULD ADOPT HER ;-;
For weeks now, she had traveled with no destination in mind save one: her brother. Wisteria had been lucky—her sibling and aunt were a hard to miss pair, and they had been remembered by those they had passed. East, always east. Freetown had been the best lead. A trader had mentioned an area where many wolves lived and suggested she might try there.
Warm leather creaked under her thighs, the steady gait of the mare constant and familiar. She had brought the horse from Khalif, as had been her right. Exile had cost her everything except the mare. Misty was a good companion for the new mother, who relied on the horse to travel now that she had a squirming daughter to take care of. Odessa, despite being labeled as a curse, was nothing but joy to her pale mother.
Wisteria had the girl tucked into a large bag on her belly, where the puppy slept comfortably. The weather here was much like Khalif, and so it did not bother the woman much. However, she was tired and hungry—hunting was hard as a lone wolf, especially with a child in tow. With any luck, they would find someone soon.
As it turned out, the pair was in luck. They had traveled far enough south to attract the attention of a dark wolf patrolling the borders. He approached the horse and rider without fear, slowing only as he neared. Recognition hit the pair almost at the same time, and Wisteria scrambled from the horse as the burly wolf all but charged at her.
It was an awkward embrace due to his size, for even in lupus form Larkspur was tall enough to reach her shoulders with his paws. They touched and made noises as familiar siblings might, for even though they were not allowed such a thing in Khalif, a secret kinship remained. Only once she had begun to explain did Larkspur understand why his sister was here.
The puppy, woken by the noise, was presented to her uncle once he had shifted to his Optime form. Wisteria explained the rest of her sordid tale to her brother, who offered colorful exclamations in response to their family’s treatment of her. He promised her she could remain, and once the girl-child was safely in the arms of her mother, the dark wolf called for his thistle king. With Magnolia still serving her time as a trial member of the Family, Larkspur needed his Boss to approve of the pale woman’s arrival.
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