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The initial call had gone out but the woman was slow to reply, quite the contrary action for the most often promptly receptive female. But she was not concerned that the voice would go unheeding, having faith that at least one other would receive their guest just long enough for her to finish her business then address them.
Since their return from the Festival, while Saluce assumed his role as security, the Nomad was busy with catering to the remaining Ichikans that hadn’t yet gone to the gathering in the Sugarwoods, mainly two small bundles kept under the watchful eye of the Jiryu. Nayru’s appearance at the Festival had been brief, merely showing her face at the Leader’s feast then withdrawing to be with the children again. Without needing to say much, it was apparent to the Nomad that their leader was still not well despite the façade she tried to assume. She was stubborn, trying to keep herself active as best as she could while recovering, but the strong arm of a particular golden female was never too far to reel her back in when even the faintest hint of exhaustion came forth. She had pleaded the Ryu to rest and recuperate and offered her assistance in caring for the pups, and for the time being it was good.
The second call reached her still in the Lady Nayru’s den, interrupting her little game with the pups. Recognizing the voice of her mate, she left the Lady and her charges to address what should have been met moments before. From their abode in the Wenthworth she travelled around the borderlines, cutting through the Valley with a hastened gait hoping to reach both her mate and their guest before anything more transpired and left her further out of the loop. Her four limbs working well timed eventually slowed and the scent of the stranger was inhaled coupled with the sight of the uniquely mixed hybrid. The woman exhaled slowly to calm her racing heart and bring a sense of calm to her wild features. Upon sight of a smaller, well protected body, the she-wolf froze then looked to whom she assumed was the mother. Wide eyes drifted from the stranger to her mate with a questioning tilt to her head before she regained her sense then tentatively stepped forward.
She greeted first her mate with a gentle lick to his chin and possessive rub of her shoulder into his before coming to stand in front of the small family, her head lowered humbly in greeting but with tail raised in authority. “Goodday to you,” she welcomed them politely. “I am X’yrin, Seiki of Ichika no Ho-en and Exultare to the Nomads.” Her voice was soft as always, absent of any inclination to suspicion or wary, just an octave above a whisper. Briefly her gaze passed over the family not so much inspecting as she was acknowledging them then followed swiftly with a turn of her head to Saluce, looking to him expectantly, trusting he had the answers to the questions she had meant to inquire.