It was growing warmer now. One could feel it in the early rise as well as the afternoon glow. But it was by the colors of the morning, that the woman took notice. Upon the mountain there was no better view than the early spring light at dawn. The cascade of vibrant orange and muted violet as they rolled within the other in a harmonious dance of light. It was the beckoning dance for life to behold and anticipate the splendor that came with the year's new. It was beauty, its fullness yet unseen but there. Waiting on the cusp of the snowcapped peaks.
To prepare for this change, Xi'nuata assumed her welcoming role, that she might cross the paths of familiar and new faces and gage their anticipation for the warm days to come.
As Raheerah had taken his early leave for the morning, she chose instead to engage another warrior of the pack. They had met in passing- a nod of the muzzle then a quick retreat to finish the daily tasks before the night inevitably set. Rather than leave it be, she sought out the Vale's addition with care. In her maw hung the plump meat of a small hare still warm, which had become a ritual of sorts when purposefully seeking out those of the pack.
As her scent was still new, it was easy enough to follow to the springside; the very place, as it was, where the female had found a friend in Anemone. Lest she startle the female with her quiet approach, she 'woofed' softly around the meat then set it down by her paws. |