into the painted grey

It was not necessarily that the male had sought her actively out -- it was later in the morning when he had traveled from the borders and closer to the heart of the terrain when he had come across her scent. Chakra had remained an elusive creature to Scimitar -- everywhere, and yet nowhere to be found. This did not unsettle the agouti wolf who had promised his allegiance to her. He was simply content to know she had thus remained and the pack thrived, unlike Tuatha De and what Muirrin had promised them all. Still, at times he could still scent the captivating female and it would leave him bitter. She had fled like a coward, and Neverwinter Forest would prove to be his and Luka's new chapter in life.

His ivory paws met a steady lope as he trailed her scent now. There were matters to be discussed, and from his first (and only) impression of her, Scimitar felt the regal of the land would want to know of the tension that had risen upon her borders between Blacktail Deer Plateau and Neverwinter Forest. He had made the executive decision to not call her only because the trespassers had not earned her company, but perhaps that was not a decision for him to make.

As he moved through the trees, his aqua eyes fell upon her lithe form. She was a creature meant for such a mythical forest, and he felt a small smile fall upon his tainted lips -- something that had not graced him for many weeks now. He and Luka had made a wise choice, and with a small 'woof' to gain her attention, the cinnamon male lowered himself respectfully in her presence -- a queen of these lands.

"Lady Chakra," he murmured, his deeper tones echoing throughout the woods as he closed the distance between them. His ears pressed back to his skull as his muzzle swung lower, and remaining only a few feet away, his eyes would rest properly upon her shoulder. "How does the Lady of the Forest fair?"

set by Emy