The events of the day she wanted them to pass into obscurity at least until both mind and heart could process what transpired and make sense of it. Complications of pack life, of love and the ties that bound the ethereal soul was enough to whittle even a strong resolve to near naught. For the time being, she wanted only to understand what she could relate to and find comfort that the precious, archaic arts were not lost upon the world growing infinitely more complex.
Her newfound friendship in Jace had rewarded her with a peek into the passed down rituals of her pack. X’yrin had only been told the implications, but with humility, was eager to see what made this ceremony entailed with only the golden female playing witness.
From her home she slipped into the coming night, leaving note of her momentary absence to tend to a need. More curious than protective, her nameless companion took flight from his perch and soared to his surveying height to keep his master and the path ahead under his perceptive gaze. X’yrin walked toward the mountain with swift, silent steps adorned with her trophies as a show of honor for this rare occasion. To witness part of another’s culture was truly a gift in the eyes of the Nomad who cherished the exchange of information above all else.
She crossed the border as darkness fully encompassed the land, the white beneath her paws now a glittering spectacle catching the shimmering stars that hung daintily overhead. For a ritual, the stage was beautifully set, no doubt the ancestors themselves wished to partake as well and watch under the guise of twinkling stars. She said nothing to acknowledge their presence, rather let them be for the sake of preserving the quiet and calm set in place. She needn’t call for the Yakuso when she felt her path began to detour. The scent of her friend was defined enough to lead her on in the right direction to where the ceremony was held. She proceeded on without hesitation.