In her wait, she assessed the nearest remains of the travesty. A few trees lingered still, gnarled and bent from the force of the crushing wave of ice and rock, yet in their place where the snow had eventually melted, stood small buds from seedlings dropped by the passing birds, giving a sense of renewed life to what had once been destroyed. Such glimpses were a symbol in the eyes of the warden, that life and prosperity could blossom from the ashes of destruction. One needed only to be patient and care for the potential that remained. It was shameful that she could not see this before her absence, though she was glad to have found this enlightenment now.
The autumnal wolf was pulled from her thoughts by movement, the tell-tale shift of soft floral as it gave way to a small form. The summoned came forward, her posture lowered in recognition to the rank of the female that stood before her, though Xi’nuata was quick to dismiss it with a croon of her raspy chords. She had not called the female to exhibit her rank, but as an introduction and proper greeting into her new home.
“Hello,” she dipped her muzzle kindly in turn. Her voice was hardly above a whisper though the word itself was clear. Gingerly she stepped aside to allow ease of access to the offered hare. “…for you to eat,” formally she implied, letting her bi-colored eyes lower from the female to the hare. “It is best that you are fed before you meet the others of the Vale.” |