ooc: Hi there! I actually remember Geneva from I first started playing here. It's wonderful to rp with you again. -secret fangirl-

After the days before the family hunt of letting her brethren take the morning patrol, she felt it was about time that she resumed that role again. As a family, they had been very kind and understanding of her situation with Sira and offered nothing in contest to her kindness toward the girl. But the woman knew that eventually she would have to resume her duties to their fullest, beginning with the most basic of tasks... and giving her family a few more precious hours of sleep before the morning call.

Her strides were swift and timely, placed neither too light nor loud upon the golden path. Carried with her was the air of purpose without the weight of troubling thought attempting to drag her down. But upon her lips there was not a smile but as always her eyes were veiled by the wild strands of red. In her wake trailed the dual streams of autumn hues with the wild flora and feathers of her owl companions entangled within. As she slipped through the golden fields of the Expanse her leisured pace became accented with urgency as a graceful wind brought to her nose the scent of another just within the pack's reach.

Her advance was not quiet but swift; a charge of thundering paw fueled by the thick, powerful muscled limbs gifted by her ancestors and harnessed through the training of her distant Nomad family. In times of attack, such a charge would have been accompanied by the booming call to one's family for aid, but until such a time made that boisterous act necessary, the woman was quite fine to let her voice single in greeting to the stranger patiently awaiting at the borderline.

She gradually came to a halt then, allowing her heart to ease its rampant pace and breath in the clear air through parted maw. While she caught her breath she took this moment of pause to assess the female before her by what her eyes could initially see. She had donned a form that not many seemed partial to and that alone stirred interest within her amber gaze. "Goodday to you," the female lowered her head humbly in greeting to the stranger. Her words were soft-spoken as always, so faint that a sound wind would have surely stolen them away. "The lands you near are home to the Nomads of Sangi'lak. I am its Issor-its Alpha, X'yrin." Again she dipped her head then let it sit comfortably upright again. "Might I have the pleasure of your name, stranger? And perhaps what has brought you here..."

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It was a secret that only a pawful knew, just how partial the female was to wanderers. It was not just because they had experienced the unknown and endured the elemental trials of nature... but because they were bond to have stories to stare. And nothing pleased a Nomad's ear more than tales of distant places. Even insight into another's culture was a fine treat a Nomad would look forward to, because it offered them something different to hear, something new to envision and instilled within them a desire to see or experience the tale for themselves.

How lucky she was!

"Wanderer..." she voiced thoughtfully with tail fanning the air excitedly. "Then truly it is a pleasure to meet you Tyler Ennis." How the young female spoke was endearing to the Nomad's ears even if her accent could not quite be placed. Never the less, it broadened her smile and a bubbling sensation began to surface. She giggled much like a pup would at a joke heard for the first time. Gradually the giddy spell dissipated but the smile lingered on her muzzle. "You must know better than most how perilous traveling alone came be... as well as how taxing it can be." With a nod of her muzzle, she gestured toward Tyler's stomach. "By chance, are you hungry? It is not everyday a wanderer comes to our borders..."

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The sound of hunger was unmistakable as it often accompanied the title of wanderer. It was not to claim that a lone wolf could not hunt, but was simply a brand that only so much could be attained on one’s own. It was the symbol of a healthy appetite in need of a bit more than sustainable food. It was an invitation to conversation which the Nomad was more than willing to take.

Truly, the young one had been lucky in her ventures thus far. The uncouth often preyed on the weak and impressionable, especially those just embarking on their own paths through life. But as she recalled, the young one had traveled with the company of her family for a time until she chose to part from them. Perhaps her walk away was not long ago if she retained the views of luck and fortune, or perhaps her will was simply stronger to maintain it. Either way, the ancestors smiled upon the girl and the very least she could do was ensure she remained within their graces in good health.

And not only that, but to ensure she had the strength to hunt. X’yrin smiled in turn to her offer and again allowed her gaze to wander over her stark white form. It was a little difficult to tell initially, but there was muscle there beneath the volume of white. Though it was what her Shepard would have called ‘malleable’; still able to be sculpted and refined for a set purpose. But for now she was endowed with natural strength and ability. An able body to endure her travels alone. “I do appreciate your offer… but you needn’t hunt to return the favor. Unless of course you are compelled to do so.” If there was any trade to be offered, she could think of something with less effort in mind. Provided the young girl was keen on reciting the tales of her travels.

Apparently it was so as she describe an odd looking creature she had seen. It built caves out of logs? And on the water! “Is it big?” Her brows peaked in interest. “Was it far away?”

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Talk of this odd creature only increased the Nomad’s want to see it for herself. Its description alone made it something of interest if only to have a gander at an oddity of the world and perhaps take a sample of its hide and tail. And the noise it apparently made did not discourage her in the slightest. It only added to the appeal of something so strange; she wanted to see this creature for herself. But where to go about finding it…

A lake seemed a appropriate place for a creature that built its cave on the water, but the Issor had yet to see another resembling that description on or near the Adlarto’K. “Perhaps in due time something of that description will come to our lake. Or perhaps the rivers, since it makes it cave on the water.” An ear twitched thoughtfully. “If it was not long since you saw it last, perhaps it will not be too late for one to wander into our midst. It certainly sounds like something worth seeing.” And perhaps worth coveting when it was at last seen by her own amber eyes. But she could dream for the moment, though dreams were better had when stomachs were full and content. Her offer for food was still valid despite the pleasant distraction and as a reminder to it, she beaconed across the border with a generous sweep of her tail.

Trusting the young lady to follow, she padded off toward a known resource of stored meats carefully preserved for such times of offer like these. She maintained a leisurely trot to ensure her guest was able to follow, occasionally looking over her shoulder to make certain. “Please tell me Tyler,” the woman piped up, resuming her casual line of questioning. “You said you traveled with your father and brother. Were you all a part of a Family-a pack before then?”

ooc: Wedding! How wonderful! -jelly-

When but a moment before she had been fine with foregoing a meal, the Nomad was stricken oddly enough by the craving for meat. Perhaps it was the talk of this odd creature that pulled her appetite from its dormancy. Regardless of its origin, she was motivated to quicken her pace through the rolling grasses of summer gold.

She kept an ear turned to her snowy companion, listening intently with a soft smile upon her muzzle. She had lived only with her blood family until recently. No pack, nor adopted group. It was not unheard of but a little unsettling to the mind of a packwolf, however unconventional they were compared to others. "No doubt the size of your family made your bonds stronger," there was a faint questioning inflexion to her tone, but remained a comment none the less. Nearing the Reserve she slowed the trot to a comfortable walk once more looking over her shoulder to insure young Tyler followed.

"I was once a part of a very large family," she offered in turn, inching toward a buried supply of dried meat. "There were seven separate families that made up a large community...and though we did not all share the same blood, we looked to each other as our own. It is a Family that my partner and I seek to create on the land you now tread. Although..."

On that note with a bit of a trill to her voice, she pushed her muzzle into the earthen cache searching blindly until her teeth caught the flesh of a preserved kill. Carefully she withdrew the elk thigh and set it before her guest with proud tail high and wagging; a silent invitation to eat. "I must admit that we of Sangi'lak are more generous to wanderers than my prior family..."