Was this what it felt like to be idle? To laze about under the warm sun without a care? It was a strange sensation for one so used to traveling to and fro within the steps of her nomadic family. To be still was...new, but enjoyable. She was able to hear the distant call of birds and feel the wind comb through her pelt. She was not driven by constant need to find shelter; a cherished notion to one that was without a home. She found comfort in the security that enveloped her even in the few days she played guest to Ichika. It was all so nice... calm... peaceful. But something was lacking.
Danger, conflict. X'yrin found herself craving the break from the peace, for something... anything to spring out and pose a threat. Subconsciously she was lying in wait for anything to oppose, for anything to give her a reason to flex her muscles and burn off a little stored energy. By no means did she want to bring harm to a kindred soul, nor did she want to look like a thief running the fileds to take down more formidable prey. However, it might not have been an elk or deer that warranted her strength, or an intruder for that matter, but something had stirred to disrupt the boredom.
In a blur, her energy was spent upon a pestering creature hell-bent on harrassing the once docile female. The lone fox had made away with a side of meat preserved for a later meal then found itself as replacement for the devoured food. X'yrin was not keen on killing without reason, but she could not deny how the act returned her to a state of calm. Its pelt kept as a prize of sorts, its tail adorning her shoulders as she had seen upon the powerful forms of her Shepards. To wear one's kill was the mark of an Exutalre; a warrior, a force to be reckoned with. Sadly, the creature was little challenge and the female went on feeling unfulfilled.
To a wandering soul, Ichika was indeed a paradise, a place one could be at ease without worry. However, the Nomad felt her potential would suffer. If her days were to be lived out alone seeking menial threats to sate her lust for purpose, then she was better off returning to the endless road, encountering what may at any given time. At least then she could find purpose in overcoming the struggle to exist. But she had found something with the Valley to keep her. A purpose; to exchange her knowledge of her craft and learn the extensions of another to broaden her impressive repertoire. She had made a friend with just as curious a soul whom belonged solely to the lands. Her attraction was not only to his physique but the well of opportunity and knowledge he presented. She had to tap into it...
Secui form came to rest within the familiar Valley, belly to the warm sun as she basked within its rays. Her whole body weightless with the elation of purpose. There was a reason to linger... A reason to give this pack life a chance. But how long until the Endless Road beckoned her again? How long before the tether to the Nomads lured her home?