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News was a treat and tended to spread like gossip among cackling females. But those straining ears starved for a bit of excitement, would always be the last to hear... but the first would always be the pack protectors.
A trespasser dared set a paw across the Nomad borders, arrogant in their belief that they could make away with their theft, however menial the treasure they stole. It was the mentality of a loner that could not see beyond their passionate moments. And this like, her family had come to pity. Though they were made aware of the intrusion and called on alert, none made an advance for the pitiable fool. It was the role of another family to inquire and judge, while the Exultare remained as an image of strength should the inquisitions turn unfavorable.
But it would not come to that... or so the young female hoped as she lingered among her family. The day's training had been forfeit with news of this trespass, allotting her the rare opportunity to acquaint herself to her new body by her own means. Her use of it was poor at best, so used to prowling expertly upon all fours. The shift in balance took a great deal of getting used to. Even when walking, her developing form still slumped unflatteringly as she attempted to keep herself upright. More a beast than an elegant female the Mareck females would have her be in order to display the crafts they had made to adorn the Exultare women to display their femininity. What little she could manage was a badger's pelt across her shoulders and a mess of loose feathers in her short mane; rough looking at best. An image that never failed to invoke a chiding sneer on her brother's lips.
And from her height, she could see it now, his quivering lip as he looked to the thick limbs of an overhanging tree to spy his sibling reclining at leisure. He would protest and claim that as the pack warriors, they should all remain at ready while the threat of other trespassers remained. There was no time to lay idle when danger lurked. But from her height, she could see the border, the very line the foolish dared cross. She could see any before they came and assured her brother both in blood and family that she could make him aware. If only he could be calm... he could see this and be glad for it.
But they were not the same... perhaps in appearance but never in mind.
She sighed disappointedly to this fact, dwelling briefly on the times when they had indeed thought as one as pups til their destiny was laid before them, changing the course of all. She had been thankful for the distraction from the depressing thoughts in the form of a messenger calling for her from below. Swiftly she descended, landing awkwardly on her unpracticed limbs then hobbled to greet her caller. It was X'ies who needed her? She shared a look of surprise with the messenger as she was led away toward the Lambda encampment. Sending a messenger was much more formal than necessary when she would have gladly come if he himself had asked. She had intended to inquire... but as they draw further from the warrior's camp her guide turned to stone, his steps painfully rigid as the interrogating corridors came into view. Then she too came to stand still, her body suddenly stricken with the chill of the coming winter and a discomfort she could not place.
"X'ies...?" why would he call for her here...?
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