Draw my name in the sand.

Amelia DeLosSantos · 04-30-2012, 10:09 PM

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She is in her lupus form on the aelcrest shore/new dawn border.

The female had left Charm in charge of the kittens that day. She adored both the kittens and the arctic fox but sometimes she wanted to just explore herself and at her own feet. Compared to the small fox feet and kitten paws, the lupus form Amelia had dawned before leaving their camp was much faster. Although she was a small wolf for a small wolf breed she was fast. Quick on her feet and her on all fours she could be considered a regular racing dog. Though racing dogs were ancient history and her body was in no shape like a gray hound's she zipped along the shore line.

Her nose down, sniffing the marvelous salt water smells she wondered along. The beach warmed her fur, making her feel free and swell. She had paused to use her paw to write a not so pretty message in the sand. Lupus forms complicated drawing on the beach but she ignored it. Then she watched as the water washed the message away and felt cleared of all burdens of her past, like how her family had never been a family like Charm and the kittens were to her now. Even how the past lover and friend were both dead or gone and never to return to her arms had secretly bothered her; it was now all gone.

In Mexico her family had traveled to the Baja pennisula where they had stayed in the decaying Cabo San Lucas for a month. With money and ways to travel and servants lined up down a mile long road the DeLosSantos family had nothing to worry about on the trip. Now Amelia was head of a small and rather odd family with no money or servants. And she was happy. No matter what money or clothes she had had the female was never as happy as she was now in her rich palace of Mexico. She was thankful for this.

As she wondered down she met the faint smells of a pack. Wolves? She could smell them and sense their habitat nearing as she scampered along the sand. Slowing, the Mexican she-wolf looked up and gazed into the beach made up of a pack's land. It was nice and off to the side were some stony islands she could hardly see from the angle. Her gaze returning to the land she saw no wolf along the thick border. "Hola?" she called but new it was hopeless. A howl would do it. She smirked a bit, wolf eyes amused, as she threw back her head in a loud song. The velvet voice of Amelia traveling across the land to meet someone's ears and draw them to her. New people. Something she liked the most.

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