Panther Park like an ancient masterpiece

for @Moorhen!

praimfaya descends from the sunspire when there is a lull in the rain; though lull is used loosely. the rain still falls: in a drizzle now rather than an outright downpour and though her fur is damp and wisping at her nape she isn't soaked the bone. she is curious about the lands closest to the canyon, having never been on the upper side of the sunspire and she is quick to given into her spontaneous desire. panther park is a vast coniferous forest and she immediately feels at home within it's emerald cast shade, the musky scent of eldertrees and the tang of pine mixed a little with the scent of sweetsap; more noticeable now that the earth is damp with rain.

or perhaps, it is more noticeable to praimfaya because the redrock and sand has it own scent; dusty and fragrant wildflowers. the scent of mountain lions is a few day's fresh but not recent enough to cause her general concern. still, wanheda is cautious all the same as she basks in the woodlands that is surprisingly close to her new home.

The rain did not bother Moorhen, who had already spent a good portion of her life wet and cover in salt sand. In fact, the freshwater shower was rather refreshing, and left her with energy leftover to head inland, following the Whitefish River. This waterway provided her supper, most nights, and the seawolf was generally content with herself and her solitude.

Until, abruptly, she was not.

The dark erne ventured away from the river, into a nearby woodland. There was not anything in particular that called to her from this place; the erne was only following her whims, up until she caught the scent of another shewolf nearby. Younger than her, but nearly a woman.

Tracking this scent was easy enough, but as she sensed it growing stronger and fresher, she stopped and gave a low, querying howl to announce her presence, and to test the other's temperament toward her company.

you get my 500th post!

praimfaya doesn't recognized the inquisitive howl that rises thru the trees. her ears perk and she suspects it is meant for her, testing the waters. she paces towards it's origins finding that they are not too terribly far apart and lets out a low chuff of greeting as she shrugs thru the wet emerald fronds and the brown agouti woman with marks on her ribcage that remind her of donovan's falls into her frostbound gaze. hei praimfaya offers in trigedasleng. a breath is taken, trying to determine where the older woman is from. she does not smell of any pack and praimfaya, though her own intentions within the saints is to observe, wonders if she might convince the woman to their cause. it is easy enough to fall into the self-given task of recruiter, having much practice of it during roangeda's brief reign.