Wolf RPG - ❁ Now I've got it,

Afternoon
A bit windy
60 degrees
Tagging: @Ceridwen

Summer had dispersed along these few weeks. The sunny shrouded weather that Centri once felt on her skin dissolved to reveal the chilliness of Autumn's winds. While it was not her favorite season, since spring still held a special place in the dame's heart, Centri found beauty in all of Fleur's changing seasons regardless of the weather she brought on. Though the peeking gates of a newer season did manage to make herb search more of a chore, if not....annoying.

Dwindling optimism aside, Centri supposed now that Summer was closing it's doors then it was time to begin searching for plants such as bee balm and violets, but nearly every area in the Teekons were still fairly new to her. Where would she seek out such things?

The thick, shrouded evergreen forest that sat just a few miles off of Moonglow's lands was her first stop. Except as the dame wandered the eerie stillness she'd soon realize she wasn't alone...

Thank you for starting!

Under a pretence that she was scouting, when in reality she was extending her vacation away from the children, Dwin had found a comfortable underground den to spend the night in. It smelled a bit of fox poop and wee, but the soft sand and insulation from the night sounds, as well as the well-camouflaged entrance evened the inconveniences out. Tired from the long day she had slept soundly and enjoyed the crazy, but lovely dreams of her somehow shipping Frolic off to the Moon so that aliens dealt with her. And she managed to wake up right before the poor, little green men demanded Brecheliant to take the space invader back. No returns!

Still entertaining ideas of, where to send the rest of her annoying younger siblings and cousins, she left the den and went to nearby rivulet for a refreshing drink. Dwin felt immensely glad to have the day all to herself with no one to intrude her solitude. However, mid-third mouthful of water she heard the grass rustling, twigs breaking under someone's footfalls and after a while her eyes caught a pale ghost-like figure in the distance. She fixed her eyes on the stranger and remained still, while assessing the situation and figuring out, what to do next should the encounter turn out non-neutral and possibly aggressive.

Centri had been hoping that the path of pine needles would have led her to some small plants and mushrooms she could experiment with when she got back home, but the scent that dragged her forward was neither floral nor fungal. It was wolven, the dame realized, and it seemed these desolate woods weren't as desolate as she'd imagined they were at first. Strung by curiosity Tri would follow, her pale nose sniffing the air as she walked along the forest floor. The only time she'd stop is when she heard a trickle of water, and it didn't take long to spot the figure that stood just up ahead.

"Oh!" she exclaimed softly to herself. Lifting an idle paw while she observed the stranger.

The woman before her was silver-spun; of greyed fur and eyes shone a youthful viridececent like freshly-plucked produce. Centri's tail would wave softly -- she looked around the young medics age! Seeing as she had not made many friends since arriving here the nymph hoped this time would be a bit different. Wouldn't it?

"Bonjour, stranger."

Tri had noticed, too, that their scent was of a foreign group -- but none she recognized. Not that the girl recognized any accept her own, since Moonglow was the only pack she knew thus far...

The young wolf that approached her was everything that Dwin was not. She was beautiful, elegant, feminine, smelled of plants and woods and it felt as if she was radiating a light of sorts. And for a moment this tomboy from the Enchanted forest, who was covered in dust and debris of her latest trench digging mission, whose coat was unkempt and unruly, was painfully aware of the contrast between them. Looks were usually not among the young Blackthorn's priorities, but for whatever reason now she lamented the fact that this particular stranger saw her as she was, while simultaneously being the image of perfection herself.

"Hi!" Dwin said and fell silent, eyes trained on the stranger and brain not finding the right words to say. It was not polite to stare and she looked quickly away, smiling bashfully (what the hell, Dwin?) and blushing beneath her fur (have some dignity, woman!) "I am Dwin. And you are?" she blurted out quickly, eager to have the introductions be done and over with.

She chatted with the nice stranger for a while and then their ways parted.