Hushed Willows Captain Amerus

Captain paused as she scented the air, her sandy-blonde fur smooth and thick upon the elegant curvature of her neck. Her bright blue eyes scanned the foliage around her with keen interest, lingering upon the decent collection of vegetation with a mounting sense of hope. She had grown accustomed to barren landscapes and devastation in the wake of the recent plague.

     Though she could still sense the effects of the locusts, the sight slightly eased her concern. A small rythm began drumming throughout her ears, beating in synchronization with the pulsing thrum of her heart. All this time she had believed that perhaps her brother had not survived the famine - not after it caused the deaths of so many others. Having been much less liberal in the past, she now found that the survival of her siblings was not as hard to realistically comprehend.

     The thought stimulated a new sense of brio within her. She quickened her pace so that she walked with much more urgency. Her muscles were taught with hesitant caution as she neared the outskirts of Marauder's Keep. She had no doubt within her that this was, in fact, her destination. She was careful not to step too far within the territory, her ears angled outwards so as to detect event the slightest of sounds. This is it. She thought, muscles visibly contracting as she subconciously worked her jaw.

     The sky was a clear, blue void above her, reflecting the strong sense of continual will within. Her tail brushed the ground beneath, body clearly brandishing a stance of modest submission. The surrounding heat encompassed her body, small beads of sweat forming along the nape of her dignified neck. It had been a long journey, even for a tough wolf such as herself. Closing her eyes, Captain drank in the cool morning air before tipping her head back and releasing a long, deep howl.