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Titania Moonsong
if nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies

At first she didn't really notice that her mate wanted to get down to business, the excitement of being back in the world where they first fell in love overwhelming her. Even when she looked back at him he didn't shoot her a stern look or act like he disapproved, but still he didn't come to her to play, either. Her tail wagged violently as she barked, and then very doggishly all of her extremities drooped as she watched him lift a leg at the edge of the clearing.

That's right, they are actually here to do something. Titania turned back to the lake, all signs of disappointment melting away from her visage as she stared out at the water. She would help mark the perimeter of their lands once they had decided them, but for now Zalen's musk was enough. Plus it might be best not to let on that there was a female here until they had fully scouted the lands.

At least, that's what Titania reasoned silently to herself as she continued to be very unhelpful, staring at the falls and looking for the spirit. She paced the bank, back and forth until she realized nothing was emerging. Zalen was on the other side of the clearing now. She looked at him, and then back to the falls, and whimpered as though she was trying to call out a friend to play; this time not Zalen.

Her ears fell back and she sniffed at the ground as she trotted around the lake, head low as though appealing to the spirit to emerge – she promised she would be good – but no rippling, fiery image appeared. Finally she noticed Zalen was done and she trotted over to him, looking a bit saddened.

“Will she come?” She asked, cocking her head and looking back to the waterfall. She wasn't sure but she thought that perhaps Zalen could ask the ghost to come back. They were connected, and Titania so dearly wanted to see the apparition again.

His eyes gave her the answer, and she conceded to him. As their paws made dual tracks out of the clearing she glanced back over her shoulder one last time, but saw nothing.

Her spirit quickly recovered though, and she was perky again just a few short feet out of the clearing. Her exuberance did little good for their trek over uneven terrain, though, and more than once she slipped, or would disappear up to the hip in deep snow. This was her first time dealing with snow, and here it was much thicker than in d'Arte. It was survival instinct that had her following behind Zalen, walking in his paw prints so these embarrassing mishaps would cease.

They arrived at the cavern, Titania's tail a whirl again. She nosed at the edges and sniffed the ground. There was no trace of other animals that she could detect. Zalen disappeared inside and her silvery form pranced in after, nails a staccato click on the stone ground. Golden eyes were bright in this cavern as she peered around at the sight.

“Wow... This place is beautiful. It's perfect!” she breathed and trotted away from her mate's side. To one wall she went and sniffed, and then she ran across to the other working up a near sprint and then skidding to a stop before colliding with the other wall. She sniffed there, and when she raised her head she saw Zalen in the alcove. She couldn't deny those eyes.

“What did you find?” Her voice chimed sing-song as she trotted over to him and crouched, moving beside him and snuggling up close. She looked into his face and then out at the cavern. “You can see the whole place right here, and we fit comfortably.” She giggled softly and butted her head up against his.

Word Count :: +600
OOC :: Ok to back date to yesterday? Or more if you need?

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