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Sorry for the lateness >.<
The howls came, as many had before, in the bright of the day. Unusual, though, was that one of her children was by her while she was performing her duties. Alaster, the shy male of the three pups, had been patiently watching as Ralla tended to the fire while his twin brother and younger sister were off somewhere in the village. It had come to the point where Ralla was fine if they wandered within the village limits and no further, since they were coming to the point where the mother would have to have them sleep in the Town Hall until they were of six months of age. Between now and then, it would be extremely difficult to transport them up and down to the tree hut that she called home without a complex pulley system, and that was dangerous enough as it was what with their growing body masses. The white male had lifted his head and ears the same as his mother, as if the two were in unison, and yet... In light of recent events, Ralla was reluctant to bring Alaster with her to the borders. For a moment the two argued, but time was not a very lenient factor. As a Councilman, she had the responsibility to greet newcomers at the border--especially if the call was not directed towards anyone in particular--within a timely manner. "Stay here," she said as she began the short trek to the border. But, with a bit of the defiant gene from his father and the influence of his older twin, Alaster was soon following his mother despite the order.
The closer she came to the border, Ralla was, at first, even more worried by the presence of two wolves. But then the scent of maternal pheromones hit her nose, and she was assuaged that it was not one of the two males that had been so recently of trouble to the tribe. But...they had the scent of Cour des Miracles. Could the messenger pigeon have arrived and sent a representative so soon? "Hello," the white wolfess greeted the strangers with a little wariness, although Alaster seemed more curious at the young male than the female. "Welcome to AniWaya. My name is Ralla, and this is my son, Alaster. I don't suppose...you received a message by a pigeon?"
Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.
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Table by Meghann!
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