The ebony pelted female was lost in the music, well she was attempting to get lost in the music, the truth was every time she managed to become really focused on what she was playing she would move her injured arm too rapidly and the pain would cause her to emit a hiss of pain from between her teeth and she would wince with the sudden sharp pain in her upper arm. It was getting a little frustrating for the ebony wolf, she adored playing her flute, it was something that she could always turn to no matter what mood she was in, it was an instant killer for boredom, it would help calm her down, it was a good accompaniment to happiness and now she was struggling to complete a tune. The lady played a soft tune as she stared out into the lands, she had realised that resting her elbow upon her knee seemed to lessen the aching in the torn muscle, it was a start at least, she had not noticed the small spots of blood on the bandage that covered the wound. The blood was coming from a small part of the wound that had reopened itself, it would be nothing, it would just require another stitch, it was nothing that the dark pelted Aedile would be unable to handle. The sable mother was enjoying the brief respite that the ending of the war afforded her, afforded the pack, it had been a stressful few months and to be able to rest again, to pursue things that made them happy was something wonderful, something to be cherished. Soran just hoped that it lasted long enough for everyone to enjoy it, she hoped that there was not another dramatic event just lurking around the corner. The green eyed lady thought all of this as she played, gazing out across the lands as she did so.
At that moment Soran noticed a brown pelted female standing not very far away, just at the edge of the borders. She was in her Secui form, something that made the sable female nervous, after all it was the form that afforded the most strength and the best fighting stance. The sable female's eyes narrowed and she stopped playing, she was unsure what to do, surely fate would not have brought a trouble maker here so soon after the war had been finished. She stared at the female, her eyes narrowed, she was silent as she watched the girl, finally a zephyr of wind caught the dark woman's nostrils, carrying with it the scent of Cour des Miracles, it was a very faint scent, but it was present; this suggested that the girl was not a threat at all, the relations between the Court and the Dreamers had always been very good, especially now they had fought alongside one another in the war, the sable female relaxed visibly, there was no need to worry, even a newcomer would not be stupid enough to arrive at another pack and start trouble. She raised a dark hand, her good hand, towards the female that was stood on the borders.
"Hello there! Come on in!" The female called, a smile crossing her lips for a moment, she beckoned the girl into the lands; she was fairly sure that this wolf was a newcomer to the lands, the scent on her fur was the scent of a pack, but it smelt fresh. No doubt the younger girl would want to make some new friends and now that the war was over Soran was more than willing to be a new friend to someone.
"I'm Soran and this is Crimson Dreams, who are you?" The lady added, smiling at the girl still, hoping that she was not here to cause any trouble.
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