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But you know that when the truth gets told - Ameline - November 03, 2024
Ameline shook her coat, fluffing it up so that it might guard her against the cold that threatened to creep in. She went to the sentry stone and leapt atop it, cackling to herself quietly when her paws slipped on a thin layer of frost. She circled a few times, until her pawprints melted through the silvery film, and she sat.
It was good to be back home- and with more pack members to help ensure the Valley’s future. Her mood was bright, and she squinted out into the lifting sunlight of the meadow, taking the first watch for the day with an easy sigh.
RE: But you know that when the truth gets told - Zitari - November 03, 2024
The young wolf ventured across the valley, her gaze sweeping over the area as she walked. After her time spent with Machiavelli down west, she has taken directions towards her next stop. The gold surrounding her eye glimmered in the autumn sun, shiny brightly. She was still extremely grateful for all he had done. Perhaps one day she’d get the chance to repay him.
For now though, she would focus on finding Kekoa. There was still a slimmer of hope that he was alive, after all. At least, that’s what she was convincing herself of.
Her train of thought was interrupted by the scent of another canine. Her nose had always been one of her stronger senses. It usually caught anything before her eyes or hearing ear did. The girls eyes lit up. Maybe this stranger could’ve ran into Kekoa!
Only one way to find out. She thought, picking up pace as she continued on.
RE: But you know that when the truth gets told - Ameline - November 04, 2024
At first glance, the deep honey of the woman’s pelt reminded Aneline of a brilliant, golden-blonde fox she had seen once. Her eyes sharpened as she looked again, hoping the creature had returned so she might get her paws on a rare and beautiful pelt. Her gaze softened considerably when she realized that it was a wolf that approached- though the colour of her fur was no less appealing.
Ameline hopped down from the sentry stone and strode toward her, tail flagging over her back as she established her dominance in the area.