Horizon Ridge Chaos

Donnelaith.  Such a pretty name for a pack.  Spring's thoguhts were briefly interupted though by little dust storm and then the new wave of locusts, which she helped Renior fight off.  "Donnelaith."  She began.  "J'aime son de cela."  Spring purred.  She paused a moment thinking over everything else that Renior had spoken of before contiuning.  "Je suis surpris d'entendre que d'autres dans la Teekon Wilds parlent français.  C'est bon de savoir.  Je vous remercie."  Spring told him with a little happy wag of her tail.  Renior was lucky to have someone to speak to in his favorite language, when she had no one so far.

Then she contiuned on to speak of her tone, although she was careful to be vagye, not wanting to give away any vital information on accident.  "Je viens de Phoenix Maplew-."  She shut her mouth noticing that she had spoken of the Maplewood.  The place was no longer her current living place as Renior probably meant.  That place would always probably be her true home though.  A sadness came overcame Spring expression for a moment as she remembered that beautiful place.  Then she did her best to hide away that sad emotional pain and began to speak once more.  "Mon groupe se déplace.  Nous sommes des nomades à l'heure actuelle, je suppose."  She finished with a small sigh, glancing outside at the swarm for a few moments.