You’re fine, ^=^ I keep my posts short for Joining threads anyway. This one is just long for characterization purposes, hah...
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The woman had only slept for a few hours. Having returned to the packlands in search of the Lilium himself and finding him, she had found rest only several hours before. The black female rose before the dawn and emerged from her earthen as the light of the coming day began to manifest in the east. The world was quiet as she turned to thank the tree beneath which her den resided as she did upon each rising. Many of her packmates would still be sleeping. But for the warrior, there was still much to do. Two wolves, one a yellow-eyed predator and the other her father, continued to elude her.
But that night, the Raven Dreamer had Dreamt a Dream, the pied Raven leading her upon a river of time. She had walked along that river, had walked within the land of the living. And yet, she had looked over and had beheld the land of the dead that had been no land at all but a place of spirits. Her soul was compelled both to cross the river and to remain where she was. But she had simply stood there as if rooted to the spot, watching as a pied Raven carried a soul across that river. Before she had been able to recognize it, however, she had awakened, leaving her Dream behind. The woad warrior continued to be unable to understand what must come. She knew what she must do, but she could not yet understand.
There was no weariness within the warrior as she passed through the woods in the half light, the bubbling of the stream laughing with quiet, mirthful tones as the world sighed and rose up with the procession of the coming dawn. Her movements were fluid, untroubled and unburdened by the shadows of her mind. For a moment longer, as she passed silently through her lands, her mind returned to the soul that the Raven had been carrying in her Dream. There were three individuals to whom that soul could belong. With a soft sigh, the woman released such thoughts from her being. Whatever would happen had already been ordained by the gods.
Ahead, upon the boarders, was a figure that sat upon the ground. The woman did not pause in her fluid steps, but the woad bound ears lifted. Her posture, which was always held erect, did not change, although that woad dipped tail lifted. When she reached the boarders, the woman dipped her woad bound maw in greeting and proceeded to kneel, placing herself at a comfortable level with the male. The shift from walking, standing, and kneeling had belonged to a single, fluid, composition. Despite the Warrior’s troubles, a quiet amiable smile graced her maw and shone within those white eyes. "I see that you are injured, loner," the quiet melody responded. It would not have been a terrible wound, but she could smell something changing within it. "Do you seek assistance?"