Thunder only happens when it's raining

Galena · March 30, 2020, 10:38 PM

The first thing Galena noticed was with her eyes: the crusted, healing wound on the nape of Astara's neck -- otherwise obscured by the woman's raven colored hair. The vagrant was careful to not linger too long, tongue rolling over her nose apologetically for having come too near such a sensitive zone in the first place. She continued, instead, at a lower longitude across the native she-wolf's pelt.

The aromas came next. Bearclaw valley... a smell not like the Downs they stood in. A nearby territory? The scent of wolf was on her, too... suggesting she ran with a pack... and most notably, the pungent scent of a male. A mate? Had he covered her? T'was the season. Galena's expression stayed stony and unchanged despite her deep thought (and resentment).

With their greetings exchanged and a new objective uncovered, the ingot shook her pelt and joined Astara at the shoulder. "Lead the way," she said in a low and quiet voice, unaware that her company did not speak.