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It was disconcerting, the rapid change in the atmosphere of the pack. Jace's near-betrayal of her family, clawing Honrin in the face so that his scarred appearance was not permanent, combined with the sadness of Eclipse's recent miscarriage brought forth a silent grief in the pack, thick as fog and as muffling as well. Skye shared it, carried it on her shoulders, although she did her best to alleviate the pain where she went - and it was lightening, although little by little.
The alpha female herself was now heavily pregnant, only a few days away from her birth, although she did not know it. Her stomach was not as large as some others' would have been - a small litter, she thought, or small pups, or more likely both for her stomach to allow her to be as graceful as she was - which, admittedly, was not much. She found herself travelling with Jack, her stallion, much more than usual, in case she needed to get somewhere in a hurry. Shifting, of course, was out of the question.
Jack nickered, as he usually did when they traveled along the borders together. She was ambling slowly, as to not strain herself too much, and Jack was keeping pace. However, his noise surprised her - he usually didn't vocalize himself unless someone or something else was near.
Her question was answered quickly - a high pitched, short yowl of sorts sounded from the borders, a bit of ways away from where Skye and Jack were. There were inflections and tones that would not be present in a wolf's howl, leading Skye to believe that it was a coyote at the borders. She tugged lightly on Jack's mane, leading him to where the noise had come from, wondering what the stranger would want.
As she pushed through the bushes and undergrowth, she saw the woman at her borders - she was white, all white, without a speck of color on her coat. Her eyes and nose, however, were pink. She also had a horse with her, Skye observed, which was almost as colorless as the woman herself. Jack fidgeted and nickered once more - although he was tame with Skye, he was still wary around strangers. She patted him absentmindedly, noting that the woman's scent did not carry any pack scent - she was a loner, most likely.
"Welcome to Cercatori d'Arte's borders," she said, a Cheshire grin gracing her face, causing her to look quite amiable and charismatic. "I am Skye Collins, the leader of these lands. What brings you here?" she asked, waving her hand towards the territory, the various bangles and bracelets jangling as she did.
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