Shadowwyn Moor Muradoii

Acknowledgement: A softening gaze. A halt in order to give space. It was all Meleys needed in response from the other woman and so with it, the phantom eased. 

'They are strong. Your guidance is clear in them.' Meleys dips her pi-bald muzzle in silent thanks to the woman's words. She watches her with a tilting of her head, keeping Suliya in her peripheral sight. This herd is still new to me. My last I followed for four years, after I had been wed. 

My way is different then many Lanzadoii. Despite being among Lanzadoii clans only her entire life. I hunt alone, mostly. Only weak, sick or injured feel my teeth. Not unless it is a dire winter. She did not run along her clan. She did not hunt as pack, as wolf. She spent far more time understanding the politics within the herd, then in the pack. They saw her as a quiet watcher. A necessary evil to keep the health of the herd. Like an ant. Or maggot. I walk with them. 

Meleys did not particularly enjoy to teach, especially if it meant her words. She didn't enjoy offering history lessons, answering endless questions, weaving tales of the clans... If any of her children had survived, well, they would have to learn by observation. That is what she would do with this one. Come. She jut her muzzle towards the herd. I show. And she began her pace among them.