Alone and Forgotten
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ooc: Sorry for the delay :3 Secui Form

Steps sound and massive were those of the Nomad Issor, crossing the vast expanse to heed a dual call emanating from the borders. Her steps had been weighed down as of late. Done so by fatigue and an alien pressure pushing down on her joints, hindering fluid movement to awkward, hesitant steps. A cold, she deduced. She must have been ill. Last she felt like this was upon the coming of winter, and during then she had been bed-ridden alongside her past mate. Suffering the same illness as he kept her mind wary of what would come next. A chill…constant shiver…discolored phlegm when she coughed. Undoubtedly this would come and soon she would need to prepare. But joint pain…this was something entirely new. But no…illness. She would count it as that and think nothing more of it.

When at last her golden form approached the borders, auburn locks trailing in her wake adorned with late blossoms and the feathers of her companions, she spied first the jackal pair, Sira and her new friend, greeting the pale stranger seated politely. Her growl was soft as she called to them to make them aware of her presence before coming alongside them. She greeted them with a gentle nuzzle behind their long ears, coupling praise in her touch for their expedient welcome. And then her amber eyes would drift to the young female patiently waiting. The Nomad uttered not a word as she advanced upon her, keeping her pace even with steps purposeful and well seen; an open gesture to show her actions were not to intimidate, but to inspect what was present at their borders…as well as appease the Shepard’s curiosity.

With pleasure, she found no scent of the land’s eastern neighbors aside from the inevitable stray stench that came from passing land previously crossed by Viking paws. Nothing deeply engrained…nor was the scent of dog upon her. Just her own pleasant scent enveloped in the allure of the wild. A traveler, she reasoned. But what had brought her paws to stop here…? Retaining her silence with the completion of her circle she turned her attention to the jackal pair and smiled expectantly, waiting to hear what they learned of their guest.


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