Before dawn bathed its gentle light upon the tranquil lands, the Nomad had already completed her morning routine. A stretch followed by an even paced gait across the Phoenix border line, then a morning snack of hare to curb her appetite til midday. And of course it was not routine without her brief brush with the Shishen's abode. A present in the form of two plump hares at his doorstep for him and his charge. It wasn't a habitually offering, more so a gesture of good will now and again... as well as a reminder that she continued to lurk in the shadows, ready to pounce when he least expected it.
As the sun continued its leisurely climb, X'yrin found herself along the forest again, nose to the air with Secui limbs working rhythmically to carry the powerful form with purpose. Upon her mind was a task yet to be achieved, one bestowed by the gracious Jiryu to solidify her standing withing Ichika. An initiation, she called it followed by an elaborate explanation of that the mission entailed. Retrieve a stalagmite from the Caverns. Well, it certainly would have helped if she had an idea of what the requested object looked like. She had only heard of the object, recalling the visual given by her cherished Nomad Shepard. A pointed rock that grows from the ground. The motions accompanied with its description were not understood when the warrior was a pup, and even now she could not grasp it. A rock did not grow, but it could certainly wear away with time. Did such an object exist?
Thankfully she was distracted from her musings by a nearby request for assistance. The voice was unfamiliar for sure, but the sound of need was not. Silent strides lead her through the forest, her senses now accustomed to the tight curves and heavy growth. She came upon a white form in a matter of minutes, waiting patiently for any to heed her beacon. How fortunate that the Nomad would be the first to arrive. There was just cause for introductions! A new face to became familiar with within this new-found family.
X'yrin approached with a soft bark of greeting to alert the other of her presence. Her fox pelt was forgetting, seeing as the day required effort and she intended to do without its hindrance. Freshly groomed mane hung in long, wild strands over her strong shoulders and back, made fuller by her larger, bulked appearance. Humbly, she bowed her head, greeting the other as equal and honored. "Morning," the uttered, her alto octave playing gently between them. Amber eyes peeked from beneath a veil of auburn, carelessly tossed back as she lifted her head. "I heard your call. Are you alright?"