Broken Antler Fen One for the team

a call for her rises thru the air, and praimfaya's steps upon the borders still as her ears swivel to detect the area of origin. she recognizes the call as pool's and once she determines a rough location of the older woman, the young worlida takes her leave of the borders in search of her splita. it doesn't take praimfaya too long, and her steps begin to slow to an eventual stop as the woman's form comes into view. frostbound gaze looks upon pool, having noticed her separation from the pack for a few days. though it had roused some concern, for as ruthless as praimfaya could easily be she is a compassionate beast when it comes to her kru, but she hadn't attempted to pry. she had given pool her space in the hopes that eventually, what bothered the woman would come to light.

pool, the worlida greets her. is everything alright? praimfaya asks, subtly letting her know that her segregation from roankru had not gone unnoticed by the commander-to-be.

nanowrimo: 177