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The waves licked greedily at her feet.
From her open palm, the wind gulped up the sand and whisked it away. Giggles poured out of the girl, happiness all but radiating from her. She stood in full Lupercai glory at the edge of the beach, her appendages and hair decorated with colorful ribbon. Viola had spent the better part of the day weaving and tieing most of her collection to herself, simply because she could and wanted to. Now, the ends of those ribbons danced in the breeze, the spring sun causing them to shine sporadically as they did so.
It was a lovely day to enjoy the world, particularly the beach. The young mutt had only been in the pack a few days and, with the exception of the pack leader and Viola's own sister, all she had met was stale scents. The other wolves of the pack had eluded her thus far, but that was partially due the the fact that she and Chara, her sister, had been spending most of their first days preparing their new living space.
Glancing back at the sandy hills, Viola smiled. In that direction, their cottage laid. It was a charming white and blue building with several windows and three rooms. It was really in wonderful shape - only half the roof had caved in, and porcelain tub only had a couple of fine cracks!
Her laughter, femininely musical like bell, tumbled out of her. It felt like she was bursting at the seams with joy. Leaning down, she scooped up another handful of sand to release into the hungry wind.
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Rarely did she find herself along the shores of the territory. Too close to the water and too near the human encampments were the reasons that kept her cautiously at bay. That and the sense of disconnect she experienced when walking the length of the sands, further from stable ground… further from her solid den encompassed by the welcoming woods.
Yet there was reason for this stroll; a search for the strange and new to become better acquainted with the newly inducted and assess their comfort. Both introduction and parting had been swifter than she’d liked, no doubt on fault of herself for feeling too depressed about her current circumstances. Yet there were no excuse to maintain this distance… they were to be family. And like a family they were to be greeted and cared for, these piebald sisters. And the she-wolf chose to find and greet them as such.
In her maw were a collection of spring blossoms in assorted hues that made even the fresh petals adorning her mane pale in comparison. And strung across her back was a slab of elk meat, no more than a day old already skinned and partially dried. It was not much in her eyes. A feast would have been more suitable. But until the arrangements for Fatin and her mate were set, she could think of only this to warm the homes of the newcomers. Now… where to find them?
X’yrin proceeded onward with nose and flora set to the ground, trailing streams of red in her determined wake. She contemplated raising her voice in summon, but thought better than to disturb the calm air with her song. There was no need to rush this fine day, better it be taken one soft step at a time as the ancestors guided her way.
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The waves cracked, throwing their music into the air. Above head, a seagull cawed as it rode the breeze on long white and black wings. It's black eyes regarded the mutt standing at the edge of the water with boredom.
She, however, was watching the seagull gleefully. Her pink eyes gazed in awe at it's intelligently crafted form, from the slim beak to the symmetrical tail feathers. The world was full of brilliance, from every pebble to every creature. With every minute flap that keep the gull a float on thin air, that thought was proved. This feathered mechanical sculpture that road the tempest galls was beautiful.
Speaking of the wind, there was a new scent drifting in it. Blinking curiously, the mutt's attention left the bird. There was a delicious, tangy aroma in the air. Was that elk she smelled?
Her paws left shallow prints in the sand that were washed away seconds after she passed. Viola casually padded along the shore, her dark pink nose twitching constantly as she sniffed. The elk smell had got stronger, but so did another, one that she did not immediately notice. It took Viola a few long whiffs to recognize the scent. X'yrin.
Her tail was wagging even before the leader came into view. "Hello!" Cheerfully shouted the girl, when she saw X'yrin from afar. She waved grandly.
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The wind carried the scent of the elk as well as the spray of the waters as they rolled onto the shores. Yet the aromatic noise paled in comparison to the fragrance of the flowers and graciously she inhaled their sweet scent as she strode along the sifting path.
Her patience led her toward whom she desired to see and with a maw full of flowers, she sounded her elated ‘hello’. Her pace kept its heavy stride weighed with the subtle sluggishness of depressed suffered beneath a façade garbed in a warm smile. Her eyes lacked their brilliance, their radiance dulled to a soft shine peering through the thick shrouding veil of red. But her exterior remained well kempt. Groomed, fashioned and well postured as one befitting the title of lead… of Shepard. Yet how her eyes betrayed the carefully placed garbs to the perceptive eye. How she failed to convince even herself she was truly happy upon this day.
Yet there was a genuine fondness on her lips as she drew nearer to the young female and dipped her crown in cordial greeting. “Hello there my friend,” again the she-wolf dipped her head coupled with her softly spoken words. “You are quite an elusive one… you and your sister. I had wondered if the two of you had wandered off…” Carefully, she lowered her crème belly to the soft sands and rolled the meat from her shoulders. The collected blossoms were placed on the ground as well. “I had not truly welcomed you into your home or assisted in your finding a place to live. I do apologize for my negligence.” She dipped her head a third instance, this time with bowed ears in humility. With a heavy paw she drew the attention to the meat with a gentle nudge and wagged her tail encouragingly as she lifted her veiled gaze to meet the unclouded, vibrant hues of the young female. “A gift,” she exclaimed. “To ensure you and your sister are fed for the next couple of days…”
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Chara Linard laggard behind, hoping for a change to catch any more that was stirred up as a result of Viola's ruckus. Man, what a child her sister could be. Really. But… It was fine. She had her sister to look after her after all, and as long as Chara was here nothing would happen to her sister, event or all the follies she committed.
A, she hated to admit it, slightly enticing scent of flowers was carried on the wind to her keen nose. A fine smell indeed for anything to be emitting. This was definitely one thing she liked about this wolf- the scent that came with her. Unique, yet nice. As for the land? The fact that it had some waves was nice. Smelled like home. She entirely skipped over the scent of elk, assuming that it wouldn't be for them anyway. Chara was still in the two-wolf-only-pack mindset.
Her gaze traced up to the seagull… Perhaps the same seagull her sister had gazed upon not too long ago. If that thing came low enough she'd tackle it. Hhhmm… She supposed she ought check out the scent. She was getting that it was the same one that had greeted her… Chara by now was assuming that the girls was the alphaess of the pack. she rushed toward the scent, catching onto the ending words of the she-Luperci. Seriously? Wow… This was generous. The surprise was evident on her face.
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The wolves here were extremely friendly. Yes, X'yrin was the only pack member that Viola had met, but she had already decided that all her new packmates must be amazing. If the rest of the pack was half as cordial as their leader, then Viola and Chara surely had found a true treasure. While her family had always been polite with their neighbors back home - ah, what used to be home, that is - they had never been offered meat, nor had proffered it to others themselves.
This was something special. Now, Viola's tail was wagging in a most inappropriate and cheerful fashion. She knew she probably shouldn't act like some hyper puppy in front of her new leader, but she really couldn't help it. The mutt was just so pleased with how lucky she and Chara had been to find the perfect pack.
"Oh, you shouldn't have!" Exclaimed the mutt, her voice clearing indicating that she was delighted, "But thank you! You are too kind!" Her eyes jumped from X'ryin and over to her sister, whom had rejoined her. She knew her sister was still a little antsy about the new pack, just with how her sister behaved, but surely now Chara knew they had made the right choice!
It wasn't really the free meat that tickled Viola so dearly. It was, quite simply, the thought behind the gift.
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Satisfaction did not come from the words of gratitude, but in knowing that her offering would fulfill its desired intent. She needed no flattering words of her generosity or an affirmation of the gesture, so long as the meat assisted in continue on the lives of her packmates, she was content in both heart and mind. Humbly, she dipped her head again with a gentle smile.
“It is my honor,” her voice was soft, nearly taken by the rolling of the waters onto the shores. “There is no need for thanks other than to the life given so that we may live on.” X’yrin was not keen to play the spiritual type when it came to killing for the sake of food, but she could not deny that there was some overseeing aspect that assisted in the ensnare of the life of all things to become nourishment. The very least she could do was acknowledge their presence, however obscure.
But that moment of spirituality passed with the rise of her crown spilling auburn down every which way. “Please tell me,” she piped with a sudden burst of life in her voice. “how are the two of you fairing? Please understand that though this territory is vast, we do not intend to impress a distance upon you. I suppose it is difficult to converse with anyone… let alone see them if they are able to hide even in a place called home…”
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