Sun Mote Copse ghenna

arunik'ra froze as a call pierced the fall air, one distinctly buoyed by hope and joy. she lifted her slender muzzle skyward and sampled the crisp autumn breeze -- it was eshamun, calling for their presence.

without pause the sunspear slid from the rocky promontory she had been scouting and made for malkaria's hearth. when arunik'ra came upon eshamun and the resplendent kill at her sister's feet, she bowed her spine and head in deference to the ekar-aji. during her gesture she cast a sly look to both giana and a wolf she did not know. introductions no doubt were in order, but for now she eagerly awaited her sister's command.