Blacktail Deer Plateau are these the tears of ages, that wash away the wolfs way

She could not say what it was that brought her back here.

But here she was, and quite upset with herself for having come to such a decision. The journey had been perilous and the food had seemed to become nonexistent upon her arrival here; it was all rather unfortunate, and the signs did not bode well to the girl who was beginning to embrace her northern spirtuality. She would have moved on from here, too, were it not for the scent of her brother.

She had been heading for the coast, but had the good fortune to find him sooner rather than later. Tunerk lingered at the perimeter of the plateau, sniffing away to see who else had come. Sos??? She hoped, but she could not detect him. Illidan's scent was not here, either... or Caiaphas, for that matter. There was some familiarity that lingered, though, and her tail waved as recognition set in.

30°, currently it is snowing ash and set during the afternoon. Located in kintla Flatlands, backtail deer plateau | ooc notes: :eyes:

Who was this? The guard sniffed along her trail carefully, there were no signs of Rusalka in her scent and yet she stalked closer and closer into the heart of the plateau. Even with winter coming sooner than he realized, the familiar cold giving him that sense of home - the empty feeling in his belly made the knight a little impatient. He stalked forward, swallowing the earth beneath him as he quickly closed the distance between him and her until -

His golden eye fell on the creature he had been following. The young woman seemed happy to be here - something that he did not express as easily. Who are you? What are you doing here? He said with a frown, slowly now he continued to come forward, closing the distance between them ever so slowly as he continued to study the woman... Rusalka's guard dog would not go easy on anyone any time soon.

Another approached her; Tunerk lifted her head and regarded him immediately, affable and genial in her own nonverbal greeting. Her tail had yet to stop in its pendulum sway, and her round ears cupped as he spoke. Tunerk moved toward him, body language displaying she meant nothing foul in her being here. She seemed to squint at his words, as though she did not understand them; if she did, the Northerner did not indicate as much. Tunerk gestured toward the earth, and she spoke the one thing she thought he might know, pressing her own body to the earth and inadvertently, answering a question he had asked: [color=navy blue]Anigan,[/color]

Or perhaps it had been advertent. Tunerk was not deceptive in nature; it had been too long since she had heard the crude sound of English. She did not know how it would sound on her tongue, or even if she could speak it—and so she would not. Tunerk sniffed at the descending things from the sky and snorted loudly; this was not snow. Whatever it was certainly was not good, either.

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As she approached, the snowy totem pulled his head back high above his shoulders as he awkwardly stared down at the babe. Uncertain of her approach and what to do about it. She didn't seem to be aggressive or wish anything else other than to greet him. Perhaps she was wishing to join, or maybe just a passerby who didn't realize the plateau had been claimed as others had before her.

Keeping his eye on her, Do you need me to call him? He wasn't sure what she meant by calling out the Alpha's name. Did she think he was Aningan? Impossible. The Alpha had a full face - but perhaps it was more possible if she hadn't seen Aningan in a while...