Northstar Vale tango to evora

Her slender figure stood within the center of the vale, cerulean eyes sweeping over the territory she had come across with what could be interpreted as mild interest. Her tongue swept past her lips as the girl's muzzle lifted -- her nose quivered as the scent of others came to her, though all seemed faded, and in turn left her indifferent to their presence.


Releasing a low chuff, the pale she-wolf moved forward once more, her steps cautious, despite the itch of care-free will that wanted nothing more than to romp in the expansive land before her. Her travels had been lonely, not that Siren minded -- a social creature at heart, the Roux-Abrhen also did not mind some downtime for herself.. even if that had stretched in to a few weeks now.


A part of her heart clung to the image of home.. the winding creek that's garbled song always promised a juicy fish within its depths. The comfort of her siblings were also sorely missed, as well as her mother, whose appearance she almost replicated. Her father however, and the punishment of the Omega position he had bestowed on her.. she wasn't ready to look him in the eyes yet, and so she bid goodbye from her family and set off on an adventure. Whether she would return to them or not was unknown even to her.. But one thing was certain; with the opportunity of a fresh start, Siren was excited to find what the next steps of her life would bring.