OOC Edit: I found a tableeee! =) 500+
It was the dead of night and the world seemed to hang within the comfortable embrace of a tepid Spring twilight, sleepy and dreaming with the romance of the season. Normally the night time creatures would be prowling the woods by now, but Titania saw little evidence of their activities as she pranced down a well worn path, a road that was a favorite of her pack. By now the pack's paw print had been impressed upon the land, and there were many other paths just like this. Favorite meeting spots, play places, and hunting grounds showed evidence of the pack's habits. Even though she trod alone, Titania still felt at one with her people.
She was out because the moon was, too, high in the sky and bathing her with silvery light that penetrated the canopy. Pausing in her steps, Titania turned her golden eyes to the sky and they flashed with pride when she caught a glimpse of the Luna smiling down upon her. The moon favored her pack, and tonight it seemed she would favor another small family with her blessing, too.
Titania's silvery ears perked when she heard the call cut through the night, a song that was both beauteous and somewhat sorrowful all at once. She did not recognize the voice, it was no one of New Dawn calling for her, yet calling for her – or someone of the pack – they were. Her right ear flicked once when she thought she heard a strange note following the wolfsong, but she could not pinpoint what it was beyond her imagination.
Soon she was in motion, her paws drumming their rhythm on the packed dirt as she sped toward the call. Visitors of all shapes and sizes came at all hours around here, and so she did not think it peculiar that someone summoned her now. Still as she hurried toward the stranger she wondered to herself about who it might be, and what they wanted here. Whatever she expected, it was not what she saw when she emerged from the tree trunks.
Leaping out of the foliage, the Alphess came to a jerking stop, her yellow eyes flashing in the moonlight as she looked over the ivory wolfess and the small pup at her paws. There was something else there too, a still pup? No... a toy of some sort. She focused on the mother again, keeping her distance from her and her young, though her tail was high and she held her head regally.
“Wanderer, you must be far from home, and with such a little one...” There was small chance that a lone wolf would den so close to an established pack, so she assumed at once that the mother and child had come a long way. “My name is Titania Moonsong.” She looked at the puppy for a moment, and the drive to protect the young was strong even though she was not the mother. She cocked her head and asked, “You have called to the pack, do you need help?”
Image courtesy of mourner@Flickr; table by the Mentors!
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