500w :: Mihewi is visible.
When a melodious howl reached the medic's ears, the natural curiosity that remained as a trait to those of her species led her to poke her head out of a window, trying to spot something that was too far in the distance to be seen. However, feeling a warm familiarity towards the voice, she gathered her satchel, which was currently stacked with a few random herbs from her stores, and exited the rough structure that served as her home. As she headed towards the borders, and not without some effort, she could attach a name and a face to the mysterious voice. Skye Collins, leader of Cercatori d' Arte, who had received two of her injured pack mates and sheltered them from the shadows that teemed in her homelands. She was still thankful for that benevolent action, so, as she passed by the stables, she grabbed a few pieces of corn from the dwindling reserves to handsel to her. They'd have to do something about that. But first what goes first. Meeting the foreigner leader.
Loyal to her ways, Mihewi climbed on her cargo's shoulder before departing, but, apart from a complaint about Luna forgetting about her, she remained silent most of the way. It wasn't until the caravans came to view that the weasel opened her eyes wide, and asked about the stranger's identities. Still guarded from the visitor's eyes by the distance, she turned towards the spirit guide. "The redhead female is from a neighboring pack, Cercatori d' Arte, and the ones who accompany her...I don't recognize." She grimaced at the other group, especially at the big, black male with a yellow mark around his eye, trying to recognize him. "They must be acquainted." But her ponders did not last long, for she was eager to make an act of presence before the Artisian's leader and the other AniWayans already there. "Osiyo" She said, waving a hand at everybody. It came to her ears that the caravans had visited the tribe to trade, and it didn't escape to her either the possibility of acquiring new items.
"Skye." She called, eyeing the brown-eyed woman with something more than camaraderie. Maybe she didn't remember her at all. "Do you remember me?" She was aware that her demeanor was much different from the one that she had had the last time that she visited her pack. Then she had been tired, frustrated, sleepy, but over all, sad. Now she was her normal self, chirpy, joyful, maybe a little bit loud, but still friendly. Her eyes moved from the redhead in a moment of distraction, and the wagon and the rest of the wolves diverted her attention for a minute, before going back to the reunion. However, not wishing to push the real business away, she focused on requesting a glimpse of the products displayed by the traders. "May I see what you have brought? It looks that there are some interesting things in there." She smiled, eyeing the wagons expectantly.
Luna lives "Luna says" Luna thinks "Mihewi says"
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