The day was not marked by anything truly memorable other than how quiet and dully the clouds overhead rolled by. On the female’s mind was little more than glimpses of the days’ past events. The trill, the disappointment, the very turbulent nature of life as it slipped from present to past. Bi-colored eyes beheld the splendor of the pines in thought, her perch upon the mountain’s ledge maintained with expert skill and care as she lay. Her paws draped over the jagged edge in leisure, and upon the ankles, her head as she drifted in and out from present to past.

Yet were was a faint form upon the ground, illuminated like a beacon by a single ray of permeating light. Returning her mind to the present, her ears came forward attentively as her head too raised with interest to assess this strangeness. Another at the border? It was becoming routine. But while her companion might have looked to this as a chore, his ward looked to these comings as gifts of fortune.

Expertly, she slipped from her ledge to a downward lope from the mountain, leaving more foothold untouched in her practiced descent. Once tan paws touched the ground, she was off in an instant weaving through towering pine to their outermost reaches til the scent of the pack grew strong in marking, and at its edge stood a familiar face. “You return,” the woman addressed quietly in greeting, but made no movement to regard the female familiarly. Instead with quivering nostrils, she assessed her with the upmost scrutiny, drawing near to her flank yet remained at a respectable breadth. “We had thought you lost…”

The female was indeed in a shameful state. The tone form once adorned in soft honey curls were matted and well worn, as were the digits of her paws. She had certainly been wandering which offered an odd ease to the warrior’s mind. Her assumptions that perhaps Larch had wandered into another’s pack was gradually proven wrong by both the scent and the sight of her. Fatigue rested upon her muzzle unabashedly and clear, while the sunken state of her belly held the guardian’s precedence. A weathered lip turned slightly as bother marred the once calmed expression. Guilt, the faintest glimmer of which crept into the bi-colored eyes. Perhaps had she given more attention to the female, she might not have found the need to venture.

Was it not her role as ward to the lead to see to the wellbeing of their kin?

Grumbling softly, Xi’nuata marched toward her subordinate, her lips twitching expectantly. Then quickly they reared revealing sharp incisors primed for the bite. Swift, soundless, lacking the malicious drive that implored others to seek blood, she snapped lightly at the scruff of the pale gold neck. Then as quickly (and softly) as her wrath was administered, she turned her back on the female then seated herself. “I do fault myself for your absence…” she growled softly. “Yet it is your responsibility to seek out an ear if there is trouble on your mind. We are not stone, nor am I to ignore what bothers you. Is that understood?”

A few moments more passed by between the two of them, with the warrior keeping her back to her subordinate. In truth, Xi’nuata was not fond of discipline. It always seemed that Raheerah would be the one to take over in that department. But she was learning with each instance of packlife, that it was an inevitable responsibility for those with rank. A time would come when an example needed to be made, though she hoped it was not by wholly violent means. Sighing softly to herself, the female pat the earth with a single beat of her lush tail then carefully pushed herself to stand.

“We will see, then,” stretching her digits to feel the coolness of the earth beneath them, she walked with purpose to the weathered side once more. Hardened jewels umber and gold eventually softened as they rested on the pale golden crown. “But you cannot meet your brethren again in this state,” faintly smiling, she lowered her muzzle to nudge the base of an ear in kindly gesture. “The springs will do your body well. Come.”

Nudging Larch forward with the careful guidance of her shoulder, she led her from the borders to grounds more familiar. By sound of the babbling stream they were guided into the very heart of the pines wherein lay the quiet spring and the plentiful healing herbs that cloaked its rim. Even standing amidst their aromatic graces, the woman felt a calm she desperately needed. “Much has changed since your absence,” drawing down her to her haunches she gestured with the point of her muzzle for her companion to make use of the springs. “All eyes are on our borders now. Patrols have heightened… and there is little rest for the faction.”

Taking her first real rest in some time, Xi’nuata lowered herself to her belly by the spring. With paws outstretched, she curled the callused digits into the healing springs to soothe them, then let her head rest atop her ankles finding comfort in the serenity of the woodland. For the briefest moment, the tribulations of the world seemed far from the borders, yet there was and would remain a presence in the back of her mind, always threatening to creep to the forefront when all seemed too still.

“There was trouble,” she began softly. “And we took care of it with minimal effort. However if it happened once, there is a possibility it would happen again.” Her brows raised as she turned her gaze to Larch. “In your absence we had an intruder from the Creek rummage through our cache. Raheerah and I caught up with her, but another of the Creek breeched our borders to protect her.” Her tail swat the ground disturbing an innocent cluster of fragrant herbs, then settled once more against her thigh.

“We let them go,” she continued. “…however Raheerah has made efforts to keep the borders under a more careful watch. None may enter or leave without his acknowledgment. But that is not so say we are confined within the Vale. In his own way, I believe he worries…”

Thought of the intrusion had yet to fail to rouse the woman’s hackles to stand on end. It was a time in which she had witnessed the callous nature of those she called neighbors, and found their like insufferable if only by that singular instance. Yet the lack of punishment (as far as she was aware), or any attempt to reconcile disturbed her greatly. Was it not the role of the pack to assume responsibility for its members? Rightfully so, she toyed with the idea that they simply did not care, thus further encouraging her unease. If one- no two, could antagonize without punishment… who was to say that others would not as well?

Grumbling to herself, the warrior let her muzzle shift in direction of the mountain’s base as if there in the thick woodland she might spy a flicker of red flame within the darkness. Were these the thoughts that brought about his decision? Was it this unknowing that compelled him to take such brash, absolute steps to protect them?

Sharply an ear flicked back in thought, drawing her attention back around to Larch as she spoke. The woman’s brows perked slightly. “That is a doubt we will remove from you,” her words were soft yet absolute, offering no opening for contest or further doubt in mind. “It is the role of each to have the confidence and strength to defend their home if need be. But it is the privilege of the warrior to exhibit their skill to ensure the others need not fight.” Her gaze shifted slightly to rest on the bridge of pale gold when seen. “Should this happen again, you will be able to defend your home.”

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She needn’t see the look in the female’s eyes to heed her determination. As long as the voice was sound and true, she would give her trust to it for the moment. But her eyes in due time would need to be appeased, to see that indeed there was promise to harness and shape. And what was more, that the will was present in the newly reclaimed Vale wolf.

Calmly her eye passed over the pale crown of the female as the warrior pressed against the earth to rise. Her banner twisted lightly in a dance of contentment then folded comfortably down by her heels as she turned from the spring. “You will,” she affirmed, wearing upon her lips a soft smile of anticipation. “But for now, your task is to rest and renew. Seek out your lead when ready, and let him know of your return and ambitions.”

She held great promise for the warrior to-be but did not trust to hope blindly. She had done so before, and was gifted only disappointment. But this time, it was not with matters with the Creek, but one of her own faction and the hopes they aspired to. She would see to it on her own, if she must. There was potential yet untapped and it could not be afforded to be wasted. Tipping her head in her departure, she walked off towards the den to relay her news.

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