Shadowwyn Moor Muradoii

Meleys hunted alone. She stayed alone, mostly. She learned this new herd, which replaced the one she had known and loved for four years. It would take four more to gain that same connection. Wolves would come and go, outsiders flickering in and out. It was only the Lanzadoii which would remain. Her brother. Her niece and nephew. She bothered with none other. 

Suliya came with swaying tail, yet speaking plainly and hint of challenge in her as her pale eyes met Meleys own. Her challenge was met with a warning of Meleys own, a crinkling of her muzzle. If Suliya thought she was a reclusive old witch, then fine, but that old witch would be treated respectfully. She would not warn her again. 

I am told I should come to know my people... When she begins to speak, it is words of Lanzadoii. With her at least, she did not need use choppy speech of the little common tongue she knew. Meleys stands proud before the herd. Her eyes, one of pale and one of dark grey, stare with the same intensity of Suliya's own. They sweep over her and over the great expense of the herd around them. And not just the herd.