Water drippled from her pale maw as Shandra lifted her nose from the shores of the lake. Something had roused her, a song so terribly sorrowful it caused her heart to wrench in her chest. She looked this way and that, dual-colored eyes scanning the shore downwind. It was only a few seconds before she bore witness to a very unusally coloured wolfess, marked by her fur of red and umber.
Due to the seeming intensity of the unknown woman's sorrows, Shandra hesitated to approach, but in the end, her curiosity and passionate heart got the better of her. She trailed along the shore in the stranger's direction, adjacent to the gently lapping waves of the lakeshore, her limbs soaked from feet to ankles and the sound of splashing accompanying her footsteps. It was not long before she stood a few feet away, and here she paused, lowering her tail to display a nonthreatening posture. Her words, as always, were flat and emotionless, but her eyes were soft.
"Hello?" she spoke. "what's the matter?"
Okay! so a little change of plans because of a curve ball in the other thread.....so I'm flipping this one's order lol. It won't play into how our thread pans out, mostly making a note for myself because i will forget when I sleep lol.
Hemlock was not alone for very long and while she had hoped that perhaps her cries might have carried to the wilds where her godson was missing she was not rewarded with the pale ghost of a boy. It made her worry if Sirius went missing, but, she had a feeling that she had put the fear of all the gods in him if he ran off. There was no way that she would let another puppy go missing. Not on her watch. She watched the other approach, cautious for a moment, but the approach wasn't out of malice. There was a certain understanding she felt, in such a raw pain. It went beyond the measure of packs and between even the separation of genders in her mind. No one would not be able to understand her pain.
"My godson, Roarke, has gone missing." Hemlock said quietly, her lips pressed tight together after she spoke as if trying to stop herself from saying anything else. This was a vicious truth. It hurt her to admit, it hurt her to experience, it hurt her in ways she had not thought was possible. Her one thought was to track and travel until she found him, like she had chased down the embodiment of death itself after losing Palisander, but she had obligations to her pack and her family that she could not blindly trail after the boy.
"It has been a few days now, his parents, his siblings, we are all devastated."
The russet woman answered, bringing news that triggered Shandra's own woes. Her eyes lowered as she thought of the man who had left her, feeling that she understood the stranger's pain. That's... tragic. Always one to bring the focus back to herself, she closed the distance remaining between them, sitting in a smooth, catlike manner beside the other. I've lost someone, too. Just saying the words brought a stab of pain; she actually winced as the memories and regret played within her mind like an old tape.
Curious, now, she jabbed for more information, trying to make it sound like she cared, when in reality she just wanted to get her mind off Logan. When did your godson go missing?