ooc: She wont speak unless spoken to first, since she taken to gesture more than actual words in both the Lupus and Secui forms.
Date: March 5th- Early Afternoon
Form: Secui
Would the obstacles of the ancestors never cease, she often wondered, or was there something more that had yet to be revealed? In vain she tried to look ahead, to see what more would befall Ichika in the hopes to abate its coming. But alas, she could not see as far as the ancestors, nor was her reasoning strong enough to predict the inevitable future. And this left a bitter taste in her maw. That and the prickling fur of doe hide scraping against the roof of her maw as she walked.
A distraction was better called for, she reasoned to distance herself from the troubles of the pack and take comfort in a gesture as small and simple as seeing her friend. The Nomad had promised the snowy female a fur to line her den, a little housewarming gift for her new neighbor of the Wentworth. In truth, the woman had been hesitant to see her friend despite the flourishing bond between them. She was hesitant in meeting anyone of the pack aside from her own companion animal and now her mate. It was doubtful she would emotionally be able to bare the girl’s rejection if she was faced with it. Already the golden female was torn between heading back to her abode or continuing on as her paws intended.
Step by trembling step the Shepard proceeded forward led by the strong scent of her friend to her diligently crafted home. Carefully she lowered the animal skin to the mouth of the den, dancing shyly on the tips of umber paws before she gave a swift yip to announce her presence. Again, she was in the practice of the lost art of feral speak, choosing this experience as a means to convey true sincerity in the stead of spoken words that could have gotten in the way.