ooc: It's a Llalla! And she's totally saying it wrong.
Just a few more tasks needed to be completed before the day was out. A final border survey before she checked the conditions of the Abbey, assure herself the Trenton and Westville homes would not suddenly fall apart and of course the Ranch to ensure the animals were well taken care of by the Ma-Tzu. The Nomad had faith that in her absence all would be preserved long after her return, but it gave her peace of mind none the less to go through these motions and be certain all was well.
And when all that was left to check was the ranch, the autumn hued dame decided to take a little break from her chore and settled comfortably within the valley lying on her side to bask in the rare clear day. Serenely she drifted in and out of her doze, smiling to herself at the relative stillness she had managed to ensnare for herself. So peaceful and calm….until an urgent call jarred her from her peace with head swiftly drawn erect and ears poised forward. She knew the baritone enough to recognize it was her mate and leapt to all fours immediately. Wild mane trailed behind her flighty strides as she crossed the snow touched lands in a hurry to reach him. En route her mind entertained troubling scenarios as to what would cause him to call for the pack’s attention. Was someone injured? Had he hurt himself? Were the animals stolen? Perhaps she should have checked the Ranch first-
Why was there a Llaha…a Llana…a Llala… roaming free in the field? The Nomad about broke her neck in the hush to halt her steps, burying both front and rear sets of paws into the ground pushing her into a skid. She couldn’t rightly remember what Sage told her these creatures were called but Llala felt right for the sake of placing a label on them. But they were out and roaming free! Their precious livestock! But while she knew it was important it tend to that matter, still the call of her mate had her paws dancing to respond. She teeter back and forth in place deciding between rallying the lone Llala and receive her mate’s call. And of course his urgency held precedence. Drawing nearer to the ranch she spied both the mountainous form of her mate and the little black pup Dalgina with a small Llala attempting to chew through her fur. The Nomad could not have looked more confused than in this moment and hurriedly trotted over to the trio.
“Saluce, Dalgina,” she greeted each with a concerned inflexion to her melodious voice. “Why are their Llala’s running free?” She looked to the miniature cria (at least that she could remember). “And this one?” She could hardly stand still with the growing sense of urgency to control this spiraling situation. Anxiously she pawed around her mate anticipating a response before she wandered over to the young pup and placed herself above the small female, peeling back her lips in a snarl toward the small Llala, urging it to stay away from the pup.