Deepwood Weald smoother than a storm

she fiddled with a stone between porcelain paws as she expectantly waited for the arrival of her former chief. when the rustle of nearby motion alerted her to the presence of another, nephele was quick to assume the position and stature of an ambassador. however it was upon the sight of the side-bursting woman that she lessened the tension in her muscles, if only for a moment.

there was, deep within the core of her, a pang of jealousy brewing within the stormcloud. worry had begun to take root, that perhaps she was to be doomed, that her season would not come this year and that she would have her most primal desire stripped of her completely. she knew the season was coming to a close, she knew her opportunity was running thin, but this was not the time or place to fret over what she could not control.

"greetings, my name is nephele," she introduced with an amicable smile. an ear twitched at the difference in name she once knew, morningsong — now morningside. "i believe we may have shared a home once," she revealed with a quick glance to the glacier. given the woman's familiar scent and her relation to dutch, nephele assumed this was the one she had not met during her time on glacier.

"dutch had asked me to seek him out once my husband and i had settled our own pack in the plains. i am here to fulfill that request." she gave a quick glimpse to the satchel tucked beside her, but did not move to pick it up yet. "i come also with the interest that our two groups might find comradeship in one another."