Wapun Meadow talking about me in my absence

pp'ing reina in the background. hover for trigedasleng translations. c:

praimfaya makes the trek from the safety of diaspora's borders with @Blodreina in close tow, though the pair, having learned from the first time did not trail the mountainsides. instead, mother and daughter stick to solid ground, venturing into the harmless and wanpun meadow, renowned for it's bright and lustrous colors. wildflowers of every color praimfaya could think of stand out among emerald grasses and the scent that hangs in the air is an exotic mixture of sweet and floral.

praimfaya has no name for it in either language and even if she did she doubts that any word would do it justice. today, blodreina stays back a few paces, allowing praimfaya the illusion of a solo mission though sea blue-green gaze is keen and hawkish, warring between her place as overprotective mother and the role of setnes to praimfaya's wanheda; the first of wolves that would, hopefully, make up her shilkru.

her steps slow and her head lifts, ears cupping forth atop her skull as her silvered gaze takes in the blonde and ivory stranger up ahead. against the vibrant colors of the meadow's wildflowers he stands out in stark contrast, though she supposes her silvered and blackmarked pelage does little to conceal her. even blodreina, who is more earthtoned than her daughter does not blend in well. kamp raun, setnes. praimfaya commands her mother in their native tongue and gestures towards the ivory stranger with a small incline of her muzzle. tripa. praimfaya speaks as a beckon to the male instead of the usual 'chuff' she would implore to grab the attention of a packmate.