Noctisardor Bypass Exploring her new home

Just giving an opportunity for the rest of you to meet Semira, if you would like @Cuicatl @Noor @Knew @Mawk  <3

Semira’s adventures throughout her new pack’s territory filled her with delight, but also gave her some sore paws. After traveling across the Teekon Wilds, the Bypass was by far the most beautiful territory in her eyes. The land was melting into its spring colors, the grass turning green and speckling with wildflowers. The sun had risen to its full height today, clouds parting to reveal its full unmasked glory.

The femme slowed her swift stride into a leisurely gait, letting her tongue loll out of her maw as she took in the glistening waters of the creek before her. She heaved a long breath, drawing in the necessary air she had foregone at the end of her run. The water’s welcoming song called to her, inviting her to sake her thirst. Not one to ignore an invitation, she dipped her large head down to the flowing stream, drinking until she could no longer. She then leaned up, silver droplets of water cascading down her muzzle as she sighed in contentment. I’m officially apart of a pack. She smiled to herself slightly, letting the words roll around in her skull. I wonder what the rest of the pack will think of me? Her tail flicked out of nervous habit as she grimaced at the thought, her slight anxiety over the matter getting the better of her.

Cuicatl was trotting gleefully through the territory, her tail engaged in a high wag. Should she come across a superior, it should be noted that she meant no disrespect, for she was in a particularly good mood and simply could not contain her joy. As she wandered nearer to the creek, the sent of another drifted into her nose, pushing Cuicatl to approach with a silent curiousity. Though she did not speak much English — or any, for that matter — she still looked forward to meeting her packmates and becoming as acquainted as she possibly could.

Hello, she cooed after barking to catch the woman's attention, though her thickly placed accent made it sound more along the lines of eglo. She stopped a few yards away and cocked her head curiously, using her eyes to examine her frame. Hopefully there would be no attack and one could trust the other, though she couldn't be too sure.

Semira turned her head towards the smaller female who called out, instantly tensing at the confident lift of her tail. Stranger. The nagging voice a byproduct of her time as a loner. She cast aside the thought and gently shifted her weight from one paw to the next, quickly realizing that this could be one of her pack members. She sat down on her haunches, her tail lightly waving across the compacted soil as the other woman approached. The latina's accent made Semira smile and reply, "Hello! Are you one of the pack?" She inquired, her excitement building in her chest as she observed the other wolf for her reaction.

Hover for translations!

Although pleased to see that the bulk of her packmates were friendly, to say the least (there were still a few more to meet, but she had no complaints thus far), it was frustrating to have such a barrier placed between them. Cuicatl sighed and straightened her head back, though an even stronger furrow came about her brow as the words were exchanged. No te entiendo. ¿Hablas español, como Gwen? Maybe all of them spoke her tongue, though Cuicatl knew from meeting two of her other packmates that this was likely not the case. Though perhaps they could hold a conversation?

Anxiety began to build as she awaited a response, unsure of whether or not this conversation could continue.

Her brow furrowed at the other woman's words, her mind straining to interpret what she said. Her ears flick at the word Gwen, and she faintly remembers hearing some of the words spoken before. She scolds herself for ignoring her grandfathers endless rambling in different languages and pieces together a response. "Yo... no hablo español, pero.... yo sé que... algunos" She looks at the other female, hoping her words meant what she wanted them to.

Cuicatl had a bashful response to the other's attempts at Spanish. It was incredibly flattering to hear someone trying to accomodate to her needs, causing a slight warmth to spread across her face and down her neck. Bueno, amiga. She sighed, slightly exasperated by this ordeal. ¿Como se dice, 'No hablo inglés' en inglés? Maybe it seemed strange to throw such a random question into the conversation, but Cuicatl figured that the basics would help her to build a new life in this English speaking world.

Sorry for the short reply, stuck between things right now haha

She smiled at the other wolf's question, responding with, "Tu dirías: I do not speak English." She paused, letting the other wolf analyze what she had said before saying, "¿Cuál... es tu... nombre mi querido?​" She asked questioningly, her eyes glimmering with intreague.

I do not speak English, Cuicatl repeated, albeit slow and a with a heavy accent. The statement sounded moreso along the lines of Ay do no espeak Engles. She smiled, pleased with this step forward, and tried to interpret the other's question. Cuicatl, she told her with a slight bow of her head, ¿Y tu? As she awaited her response, Cuicatl continued to practice the newly learned phrase under her breath, working to get the sounds just as her companion had.

She smiled with glee. She understands me! Her tail thumps on the compact soil beneath her paws as she replies, "Semira". She shifts on her paws delicately, coordinating her next words in her head. She tilts her head to the side, and asks Cuicatl a question of her own, although it came out quite slow. "¿Estás... aparte.. de la.. manada?" She waits the Latina to understand, hoping yet again that she said what she wanted to.

Cuicatl was slightly confused for a moment after the question was posed, for some of the vocabulary seemed lost in translation. She sat, putting the pieces together to formulate an idea of what Semira meant, finally figuring that she was asking whether or not she was a part of the pack. Si. A simple answer for an equally simple inquiry.

She grinned at the other wolf, letting her behavior pose as a reply. Another pack member! She found herself a bit too worn out to continue verbally, so she flicked her tail at the other wolf happily before engaging in a childlike activity. She splashed into the creek at full force, scattering the newborn minnows with her ruckus. Then she glanced back up at the other wolf, her head tilted in invitation, water droplets trailing down her face.

Cuicatl watched with great surprise as Semira pranced into the water, though her shocked expression soon turned into one of great excitement. Her tail picked up its original wag once again as she placed one paw into the water, immediately retracting it as the cold began to seep past her fur. Cuicatl shook her paw and licked at it for a moment before trying again, her entire leg submerged this time.

A bit more time passed before she was in the same position as Semira, a childlike urge to play suddenly coming over her. She yipped in a high pitched tone and splashed the other with some water before bounding away in sloppy leaps.

Sorry for the tiny post! Cell phone!

She yipped with enthusiasm as her partner in crime splashed into the water after tenderly checking it. She bounded after her pack member, splashing the water from the creek all over the shoreline. She stopped directly next to Cui, a devilish gleam in her eyes. She then threw herself onto her back in the cold water, splashing her companion from head to toe. She herself was now soaked with tthr icy stream water, and she shivered lightly. Still on her back, she's peered up at Cui, a laugh tearing from her chest.