01-01-2010, 01:32 PM
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OOC: Sorry, this took me quite some time x.x ::Word Count:: 500+
Although the snow had had enough time to settle over the frozen lands, the days had become gradually warmer, temperature-wise, despite the fact that the cloudy, concrete-coloured sky did not let this on. The ivory-furred female had not seen the sun for some days, its presence made elusive by the heavy, gray-stained clouds of the New Year. Even if the earth was coated in pristine white, the celestial sphere's garment was dreary in appearance, making the areas closing in around Phoenix Valley seem dull, like a faded black and white postcard. The solitary Crimson Dreamer approached with confidence, the scent of the pack high upon the air, her spirits lifted by the anticipation seeing her friend entailed. Had it not been for the assuredness with which Naniko had spoken to her of Phoenix Valley, that day back in Halifax, Urma would have been more reticent in crossing the pack's borders, not knowing what to think of its members. However, her subsequent talk with Geneva, who had introduced herself as one of the leaders, strengthened her belief that this place was indeed suitable for Naniko, and welcoming enough to Crimson Dreams' ex-Commander's friends. She also knew of Ehno's frequent visits to see both Naniko and their children, and this only added to the certainty that the atmosphere around here was one of mutual trust and acceptance.
As the alabaster femme slowed down her pace, her amber eyes scoured the surrounding areas, resting on some distant spot for a few seconds, before continuing their untroubled gaze in the direction of the faraway skyline. Her nose was assaulted by the scent of Phoenix Valley, yet Urma did not mind in the least, even enjoyed the tinge of unfamiliarity, while knowing that this was a singular case, since by the time she would be heading back home, the smell would have become customary. She reclined to her haunches, grateful that her Lupus form prevented her from tiring as easily as walking on two-legs would have, while also leaving her untroubled by the unexpected changes in weather. The soft breeze still held a distinctive trace of winter, which Urma knew was far from being over, a fact she was secretly grateful for, as snow had been something she had dearly missed and which she associated without hesitancy with her homelands. Sensing that her progress would be considered invasive and petulant if it went unannounced, the white she-wolf rose her head gracefully and let out a long, neutral howl, simply to bring her presence to the attention of a pack member before proceeding any further. The sound of her voice was carried effortlessly by the slow wind, leaving no room for doubt that it would be heard in due time. Urma knew from personal experience that a wait such as this, especially when it was made known, rarely remained unanswered for long-- no pack, no matter how welcoming, would leave a stranger around its borders without any kind of sign of acknowledgement.
Although the snow had had enough time to settle over the frozen lands, the days had become gradually warmer, temperature-wise, despite the fact that the cloudy, concrete-coloured sky did not let this on. The ivory-furred female had not seen the sun for some days, its presence made elusive by the heavy, gray-stained clouds of the New Year. Even if the earth was coated in pristine white, the celestial sphere's garment was dreary in appearance, making the areas closing in around Phoenix Valley seem dull, like a faded black and white postcard. The solitary Crimson Dreamer approached with confidence, the scent of the pack high upon the air, her spirits lifted by the anticipation seeing her friend entailed. Had it not been for the assuredness with which Naniko had spoken to her of Phoenix Valley, that day back in Halifax, Urma would have been more reticent in crossing the pack's borders, not knowing what to think of its members. However, her subsequent talk with Geneva, who had introduced herself as one of the leaders, strengthened her belief that this place was indeed suitable for Naniko, and welcoming enough to Crimson Dreams' ex-Commander's friends. She also knew of Ehno's frequent visits to see both Naniko and their children, and this only added to the certainty that the atmosphere around here was one of mutual trust and acceptance.
As the alabaster femme slowed down her pace, her amber eyes scoured the surrounding areas, resting on some distant spot for a few seconds, before continuing their untroubled gaze in the direction of the faraway skyline. Her nose was assaulted by the scent of Phoenix Valley, yet Urma did not mind in the least, even enjoyed the tinge of unfamiliarity, while knowing that this was a singular case, since by the time she would be heading back home, the smell would have become customary. She reclined to her haunches, grateful that her Lupus form prevented her from tiring as easily as walking on two-legs would have, while also leaving her untroubled by the unexpected changes in weather. The soft breeze still held a distinctive trace of winter, which Urma knew was far from being over, a fact she was secretly grateful for, as snow had been something she had dearly missed and which she associated without hesitancy with her homelands. Sensing that her progress would be considered invasive and petulant if it went unannounced, the white she-wolf rose her head gracefully and let out a long, neutral howl, simply to bring her presence to the attention of a pack member before proceeding any further. The sound of her voice was carried effortlessly by the slow wind, leaving no room for doubt that it would be heard in due time. Urma knew from personal experience that a wait such as this, especially when it was made known, rarely remained unanswered for long-- no pack, no matter how welcoming, would leave a stranger around its borders without any kind of sign of acknowledgement.