Lake Rodney Dust to Dusk

Time for some awkwards..

With the Caldera wolves having their paws full with the antics of the Alphas litter, Allure found her time better placed either hunting and maintaining the caches (though she hadn’t had much luck in that department lately) or scouting out past their borders, hoping to earn at least one of her titles.

She tried not to stray too far, or spend her time too long outside of her pack borders.. but there was little joy in returning to the place she called home, given how familial the pack was, and how hard it was for an outsider of their family to integrate within their ranks.

So the day found her by a lake, and while two figures caught her eye – one stirred a wave of nostalgia within her. Silver fur, sandy limbs, bright eyes – Jorunn!

She quickened her pace, practically beaming at the wolf, though her gaze would drift to the dark wolf as well, from time to time. “Jorunn!” Her voice broke the silence between the group, unsure if either wolf had hoped to escape one another’s presence without discussion, but be damned, she was going to reunite with her brother!

Bounding forward, the bi-toned girl was about to plow herself in to the side of Jorunn when she realized her mistake – the scent that she had come to know, if only distantly, and pausing in pace, she blinked. There were subtle differences, and she stared, almost dumbfounded. “F-floki?” Having met the boy only once, she recalled his handsome face under the grace of the night sky – and in the dark, had completely missed how eerily similar he was to her brother.