The Sunspire Heart of the Goddess

man that is catchy @n@

Kipling, who did sleep in a den, had presumably woken up just a tad bit earlier than the newest member of Sunspire. Naturally hours of rest had left her throat somewhat dry, and her abode only being a short walk away from the main creek that had cut down the mountain, had drawn her in to refresh herself before seeking out the company of her fellow packmates. What she had not expected, hidden among the reeds and rushes that edged the creek, was the low chant that announced the presence of another--a stranger at that. At first, reasonably the she-wolf's hackles raised in alarm not recognizing the scent swept to her in the same moment of the creek's current, but she was quietly assured by Ferdie's scent which was laced as a familiar note along with the new perfume.

The chant though, while light, was strange, and to Kipling the impression made left her creeped out. Peeking her nose through at first, her head soon followed as she watched the other female continue her singing eyes following the bright figure as she approached the water a further bit upstream. Emerging from her place amongst the mountain greenery, she padded cautiously and kept her distance. But just enough, so she could clear her throat loudly and announce, If you're cursing the land or something, I'd rather know up front. Not that she would flee her home, not at all superstitious enough to take such a warning to heart. But there would other action taken against such ill intent.