The friendly call of her fellow warrior brought a smile to the female’s muzzle as well as a little wag to her tail. It was always a pleasure to see a face of the pack doing well, especially in light of the misfortune that had fallen onto the Vale. Each smile seen after was precious and cherished. It greeting was kindly received, for all she knew, nature could fall upon them as relentlessly as before.
“Good day Ayvo,” the warden smiled as she walked towards him, receiving him kindly with a soft nudge of her muzzle behind his ear. “This day is slow turning, I’m afraid,” she chuckled lightly, taking a short step back to recline to her rear. Her nose quivered with notice for the light tinge of blood that came from her company, sorting quickly that it was not his but from small game found in their woodlands. “I take it hunting has been good for you?” she inquired lightly, more so as a means to carry on a conversation than to test whether or not he was assuming his tasks. She had enough trust in the faction to believe all took care of their duties of their own volition. |