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She'd kept her head down for a few days. She didn't want any unwanted attention until she felt she had successfully embedded herself enough in the pack land, drenched with familiar scents and hidden any aspect that she was a foreigner just a few days ago. It was a different way of life here, a face and name no one knew, a lifestyle that was not catered to her, and she enjoyed it—for the most part. She did miss the constantly full cache's near her sleeping ground, her parents giving her the top notch education the pack could offer, and an easy ride through the ranks. Of course, it stopped suddenly when she'd been dropped out on her ass when she began uncovering more than she bargained for.
It didn't matter now; she didn't think about it nearly as much as she used to. Especially when she had her health to take care of, the wound on her leg looking better since she found a new supply of herbs for the salve. It was no longer inflamed or red and in a matter of days it would begin to shrink again, now that it was on the right track.
Mallaidh hummed quietly to herself as she meandered through the trail that led her down one side of the mountain and toward the borders. Amekaze had been by within the last day or so, her scent lingering in her path. She ran her shoulder against one tree, half pulled from the ground; one good storm would knock it down easily. The female narrowed her eyes, making a mental note to avoid this area for a few days and perhaps warn anyone for their safety. She thought she might be able to knock it down if she pushed hard enough.
She was distracted suddenly, eyes turning in the purple darkness as the sun peeked over the earth's border. It was hinting at daylight but she had another thirty minutes at best. With a swish of her tail, she lowered further until the land became flat, frozen dew between her toes that gave her a chill all the way up her legs.
You have business here?
she demanded, lifting her posture for the stranger.
It did not take long before the scent of a pack wolf filled the air, and Eos tilted her muzzle upwards to meet the silvery gaze of another female. Dark lips flickered upwards in a smile as she peered curiously towards the tawny-coated woman. Her features were pretty, trim, and the naiad could see the female was quite territorial over the mountain landscape that she called home. Then again, the Ankyra girl did not blame her, for the Sunspire was beautiful to behold and something of a marvel for a wolf from the sea to witness. Darting her sea-water gaze towards the golden-furred woman, Eos nodded her head once in greeting before attempting to offer some sort of verbal response. The question, though, had been posed quite rudely… even in a hostile manner. Nevertheless, the beauty of her present company meant that Eos would be civil.
“Hardly,” she answered in a breathless voice. “I’m afraid I was close, wasn’t I? You must forgive me… you have a beautiful home,” she then purled. Her leathery lips curled upwards into a gentle smile, and her sea water eyes found the silver in her companion’s gaze for only a moment before she darted them away. “I am Eos,” she introduced, dipping her head just slightly out of respect for the woman in front of her. Of course, they were not on claimed lands, but just close enough that the sea-wolf’s nature could be construed as disrespectful.
Neris had always been the charmer of the four siblings, and even Lethe and Eldoris had their moments to shine. Eos was tactful; she found the proper moments. She was good at seeming closed, distant. There was always something elusive about Eos. The naiad was a bit of a mystery to those around her, however, she had very little to hide. Her intentions were clear and she did not spend time fretting away how to conceal what she only knew would be evident after a few short words. Nonetheless, the dusty female still had something of a strangeness about her. A spark in the back of her sea-water eyes, or the twitch of her lips as a smile carefully wove its way up her face.