A seashell, speckled with exuberant pink dots, lying abandoned on the bed of sand. Another set of azure waves, darkened by the shade of the sky, rolling into the shore, crashing against the surface, allowing a rumble to echo inside the Roman girl's petite ears.
The closer she walked, the stronger the foreign scent grew. Aemilia was very sure the smell belonged to a pack, as it wouldn't be able to be this strong unless a wolf was very nearby. Which it wasn't.
She couldn't sight anything. She knew the borders were very close, though she did not dare trespass. The Angelus Mortis would do anything else but to disrespect a pack's borders. She knew that would result in many... things. Punishment, being chased out, as far as death.
Aemilia padded closer, though she made sure to keep a respectable distance away from the imaginary line that drew the beach and pack territories apart. She'd been in a pack before, a... harsh one at that, and she had seen what had happened to trespassers who dared to venture into pack territory, whether it was merely a step or was far deep into the lands of Noctem Vagus.
She released a breath of cold air. It was unlikely, very, very unlikely, but it was possible that one of her brothers would be sighted inside the pack. Aemilia did not know if these wolves were open to recruiting to new members, but still she lifted her petite head up as a long howl was released shortly from her throat. When she was sure the wolves would have heard her, only then did she end her song.
