Cerulean Cape the waves hear my heart

Alongside her brother, their route had pressed onward, over terrain unfamiliar and previously unseen to either of them. Opalia often had him at the lead--with her sticking close and ever watchful for any sign of danger (and reflexively still on high alert for Rusalka's low-lives, most of all), but other moments, she was emboldened by the unfamiliarity and ranged a little more all on her own. The young Drakru had never before felt the urge to send herself out scouting, not without motivation, and not even when her sister had expressed an interest moons ago. In fact, if anything, that had done the opposite of inspire her; it had taken this long for her to even warm to the notion at all.

But with some miles underfoot, and fresh into all the mysterious wilds, maybe there was apparently some appeal to it blossoming in her chilly heart. She was still learning.. and figuring it out as she couldn't say for sure what it made her feel deep, deep down. It just felt strange to be so far from the cliffs and the guilt of leaving their father alone.. but as time passed, and with Dacio nearby more often than not, it wasn't shaping up to be a bad strange.

When she ranged a little abroad on a trail of something to eat, she instead caught herself tracking something distinctly wolf, yet very unfamiliar to her nose as she quivered it over the pawprints that told her she was getting close. It was not someone of Drageda, or even Rusalka; entirely unlike anything she had scented. So, with the comfort of the sea spread vast beyond, Opalia could finally catch sight of who she was unintentionally stalking. Defaulting first to her pack's tongue: Hei, the golden-furred girl called out to the stranger as she delicately trotted closer--although not too close. Her mismatched eyes never left the other, and her posture spoke of a guarded, careful curiosity until she knew if this could be a friend or foe.