The sable Aedile had risen early this morning, finally she had managed to have a good night's sleep, she had slept soundly, herself and Deuce curled around one another like cats. She was finally winning the battle against her insomnia; the dark lady could survive on very few hours sleep, something that she had proved during the war, she had been up at all hours of the night patrolling the lands, stalking the borders with her hunting knife and even then she was usually one of the first to rise in the mornings. The dark female had finally found that she was able to rest again now though, her children were safe, her mate was safe and her pack was safe, finally with the war over they could return to being their normal selves. Watching the tension and exhaustion slip away from her loved one's faces was one of the most wondrous rewards she could have asked for. The lady felt full of energy this evening, her arm was still sore and causing her a lot of difficulty, but even that could not dampen her mood today. The female had sustained the injury near the borders of Aniwaya at the beginning of the month. She had lunged at a large grey male guardian who had been trying to kidnap her great granddaughter, Robin, the sable female was not about to allow that to happen and so burning with a fiery rage she had lunged at the male, her hunting knife in her hand. Somehow in the ensuing scuffle the large male had taken her knife from her and plunged it into her upper arm, she had never felt pain like it and had it not been for Scarlett, Robin's pale mare lunging in to defend the pair of wolves then it was likely that they would have both been killed by the guardian. This was of course all in the past now, the war was over and Soran held no ill will towards the remaining Aniwayans, the guardians were either dead or had left, there was no longer a chance for revenge and so the dark female had allowed the fury to subside, to fade away into the background of her life. Instead the dark Aedile had decided to focus on the happier things in her life, her mate, her family, her beloved pack.
The sable female was just walking through the lands, enjoying the evening, watching the small animals bounding here and there, gathering food for the upcoming winter. This would be the ebony pelted female's eight winter, so she knew what to expect, she knew of the heavy snowfalls that came with the Canadian weather, she knew that many of the small animals of the lands would have to face hardship and that packs would have to pull together in order to survive. She was getting older she realised, her arm ached as she walked, the bouncing of her strides making it jolt in the sling, the jarring of the damaged muscle making her hiss through her teeth slightly as she walked. It was as she walking that she caught the sound of a loud howl, the silver hoops in the tip of her left ear glittered in the light as her ears swivelled to catch the sound. It seemed to be a friendly call and so Soran set off in the direction of it. She padded quickly through the lands, her hair was gathered into a long braid that fell down her back and between her shoulder blades, it bounced with a gentle thud against her spine with every step that she took. Soon enough she arrived at the borders of the lands, her eyes falling upon a brown pelted male with bi-coloured eyes, the wind caught his scent and blew it across to her. He smelt of Cour Des Miracles, this made the sable Aedile smile, he was indeed a friend then, she trusted the court now as they had fought so bravely with Crimson Dreams on the battlefield; also it was the pack that her grandson and great grandchildren belonged to, they seemed to be happy there and they were obviously being well taken care of, so the sable female could not deny that she held a fondness for the Courtiers and their pack. She padded towards the young male and gave him a warm smile. The tall female then dipped her dark head in a polite greeting.
"Hello there, I'm Soran Aatte, what brings a Courtier this far out on a day like today?" The sable female said in greeting, still smiling warmly as she looked the male over.
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