ooc: Anyone is welcome, but eventually she will need to speak to a leader either one she does or doesn't know.
Date: March 5th- Mid Afternoon
Form: Secui- wild mane and feathers included
From the Wentworth borders of Ichika, to the northern rim of Anathema, the autumn leaf was carried by the gathered momentum of delightful news earlier that day. A birth was to take place and though it was late in knowing, there was still time to make something of it. It was that supposed sense of elation, that catering disposition towards duty that kept her pace brisk in travel. Genuine glee was absent rendering her gait to look more like a flight of urgency than a bounce of joy. She could not be bothered to correct it however, as time was not in her favor and before her own thoughts could settle she found herself standing before the fragrant borders of their Anatheman neighbors.
The Nomad did not call for their leaders outright even though her muzzle was already poised upwards and waiting. In the time she was allotted she attempted to compose herself, or rather surface the trademark smile that often adorned her face. It felt almost strange to fit the gesture on her lips now especially when her heart did not reflect its sincerity. Not bitter, but at a loss, the she-wolf had come to be. And yet she still tried to force down that deplorable feeling and rouse something akin to joyous to that it may bleed through onto her face. But it was hopeless. Her lips quivered with the strain then inevitably gave up leaving her face darkened and shrouded by a mess of wild autumn locks. Perhaps if she spoke with someone, it would birth naturally…
Forgoing the shade, she at least sounded her presence for the ears of Anathema, seeking the audience of the Rakeeb she knew and even a leader she did not to bequeath an invitation that held upstanding precedence to Ichika as a whole.