Shadewood Trouble the water

@Cry & @Minori

Cordelia followed the gray female, Amaya, a short distance northward following the water until a sea of trees emerged along their path. Not much conversation was made. There wasn't too much to be said. Cordelia had been assured that she would have a place where she could be safe and provided for. Until that was proven true other talks would seem insignificant. She yearned for the best and hoped that this female was genuine as she claimed to be. But the words spoken by Dawson hung lingered in her ear, that the wolves in these lands were savage. To perish now meant his death was meaningless, and Cordelia would do all in her power to make it not so.

She received occasional glances from Amaya but not much more. Until the silence was broken and her condition was questioned. Cordelia nodded her head in confirmation and followed behind as Amaya increased her pace. As they neared the border the scent of others became apparent, and many of them at that. This was a proper pack, not a mere grouping of individuals.

Appearances held influence, she thought to herself. She made sure to lift her stance and spike her stride with grace. Her pelt was not as pure as she would have liked, but her standards were unsurpassable high. Her coat remained a consistent clear of white and her freckles showed clear in the light. As her lead halted and lifted her head to the sky she waited in anticipation.