Wandering

The femme was wandering along, enjoying the peace and quiet of being alone for the first time in awhile. Sure, she loved her family, but she still needed alone time. Seven pups got out of hand at times. The world has changed so much since the beginning of her life, changing each day. It's changed so much within the last couple weeks, tying herself down to a family. It was a good tie, one she doesn't and never will regret.



It was easy for her to move like this now. Before, when she was carrying seven angels around with her, her movements felt so restricted, and it got hard. She felt empty, for sure, but she didn't mind too much. She loved her seven wonders more now, and eventually, it'd be even more as they grew up.


A huge flash lit up the darkened area, causing the femme to flinch back uneasily. She's never liked thunder storms. She picked up to a brisk pace, a huge bang ringing her ears. She could smell a wolf nearby, a femme, it smelt like. Following the scent, she followed the femme further, before she pressed ahead to catch up. The rain began to pour, and Placid ducked her head, the dusky colored femme coming into her sight. "Excuse me? Do you need help finding shelter?" if the femme said yes, she'd show her to a hidden grove. The Alphesse raced forward, matching her stride with the maiden's easily.

The femme had jumped at the sound of Placid's voice, and she instantly felt bad for startling the stranger. She had to nearly yell over the pounding rain, and all Placid could do was nod. She would have to waste her voice enough with her youngsters. A soft growl rose in her throat, the rain stinging her hide. She didn't like this weather at all. It could cause problems back at home, and could cause floods elsewhere. The stranger fell into stride behind Placid as she led the way to her hidden grove.



It was different here, and that's why she loved it. The rain barely made it through the leaves, the only point of existence being the hammering of the rain on the leaves. The femme thanked her and asked her what her name was. "I'm Placid. Do not fret, my dear, I will not bite. I have seven pups back home, and a mate. I doubt I'd try to do much harm to you," she whispered in a gentle tone, trying to soothe the stranger. She left out the part she was Alphesse, figuring the femme would figure it out herself. "And what is your name, my dear?"

The stranger, calling herself Sade, thanked Placid again, a grateful smile playing along her lips. The Alphesse gave an easy smile back, as Sade offered up the information that she was new. Placid smiled. "No offence, but it did happen to strike me," she gave a playful laugh, "I've been around here since winter. I claimed the mountains as mine, found a mate, had some pups, and in the process ended up with another pack member," she laughed, looking back on the memories, before she continued, "If you ever are in need of a place, just climb those mountains and let your heart soar. We'll come for you," she whispered, pointing to the mountains, her home, with her muzzle. This wasn't good bye, she hoped, but she'd have to go when the rain stopped, for the sake that poor Yiska was home alone with the pups.

The excitement was clear as day on the she-wolf's face, and all Placid could do was laugh at her. No, not at her, with her. She was so sweet, so innocent. Placid gave an easy smile, one that was warming and welcoming. Motherly, in a way. "Of course! You'll always be welcome," she smiled, letting lose a soft sigh. Her pack was still small, consisting only of family and Makato. Makato counted as family, like a brother. So yes, a pack made of family. Mostly blood-relations. Of course, if that's not what the she-wolf wanted, "There's also another pack, the White Lake Pack. A young maiden that had given birth in our packlands went there. Eleven pups were too much for two hunters to feed, right? But if that's not your cup of tea, there's free land not far from here, really. The Silver Plains lands. Long before we were here, all of these pack died out, of some sort of illness. We're trying to get these lands started again. More lone wolves have been coming through here, and, perhaps, you could be the first Alphesse of the newly born pack? It's up to you, of course, but I figured I might as well inform you," the Alphesse decided to inform Sade, figuring she would make a great Alpha.

The femme, Sade, now looked more calm, thoughtful. Perhaps she was ready to take on this important role. While she was still deep in thought, Placid spoke up, "It'll be a lot of work, but you could probably take it," The thunderstorm was letting up, and Placid smiled. This was a good sign. Their ancestors were happy with this decision. Her azure orbs were soft as she watched the femme, her voice sounding so tempted as she spoke again, so excited in a more calm fashion. Placid smiled, nodding her maw in the direction of the plains. "Just through the trees, you'll come to a stream. Cross to the other side, more trees. That's the beginning," she smiled kindly, standing up. She placed her muzzle on the femmes forehead, in a way, blessing her. "Good luck, my dear," she murmured, before she turned, padding out into the opening sunlight, towards the mountains, her home. "You'll know where to find me!" she called over her shoulder, before she looked home and didn't look back.