Hushed Willows A Lone World

this looked lonely! hope you don't mind me snagging it @Zaza!

instinctually, praimfaya finds herself wandering, even though her estrus season is not yet upon her. it creeps slowly, like a plague thru her veins following some biological clock that she cannot see but gives her subtle reminders all the same. though she does not mean to stray too far from the bypass, due to recent promotion, she also knows that mahler would probably not appreciate her lingering at the borders and drawing potential suitors to them.

truthfully, it was a drama she didn't want either.

she takes to a familiar path she and her mother traversed numerous times during her cubhood. she thinks of visiting the grave of her parents upon arrow lake but ultimately decides she'd make that trip on the way back ( plus she isn't sure if the saints still linger there and doesn't want to stray too close ).

in the whispering boughs of the willows, flourishing with small green buds that bring upon glimpse the promise of new and blooming life; praimfaya's frostbound gaze finds the rust colored slyph of a woman in the distance. her pelage is a remarkable color that praimfaya doesn't think she's seen before and for a moment, her breath catches as she takes in the fiery reds of a earthen toned sunset woven into the other woman's fur.

after a moment ( realizing she was staring ) the commander corrects herself and lets out a low chuff to announce her presence, if it hadn't already been detected.