I loped smoothly into my home, Vernien En'seere. Only one other place did I wish to travel to before my pack and I would choose our final, and permanent home. Already in my pack, Lupita and Anila. Another, Tulip, I was considering asking to join. But, for now at least, the newest member was young Nashira, the beautiful, if somewhat different she-wolf. I didn't mind her larger-than normal ears, or anything else about her, really. To me, she was wonderful. She had an intriguing personality, a wolf I felt I could converse with all day long. Lupita was more quiet, really, one who was a warm, calming presence. Next to them both was Anila, stranger than both, more mysterious... She was a mystery to me, and far older, I knew.
"Welcome, Nashira, to Vernien En'Seere," I said to the red-hued she-wolf, turning and wagging my tail. The waters behind me rushed and tumbled like pups, crashing against rocks and sand with indifference. Wonderful, dangerous the water was, just like my growing pack. We were all able, in our own ways, and we were all welcomed into the lands of any horse who chose to fight on Ashton's side, for we fought on the side of my father, Modet, and were allies with the great king of the horses.
A glossy red form appeared upon a hillside, tongue lolling from her slender maw. From her thin bodice, long, lithe pillars traveled to the ground, small feet touching the warm sands with each stride. Ebony touched her pillars, just as red touched her bodice. To many, she was a gigantic fox, but foxes could not run with the speed and grace of a gazelle. They could not soar over rolling hills like the eagle did over clouds. Assumptions rose, yet they were defied daily by their breed's growing numbers. Nashira skidded down a dune, not bothering to dig into the sands to slow her down. As she reached the bottom of the rise of sand, she picked up a trot, coming up to her new mate, the only one she ever had.
Touching her soft nose to his cheek, she breathed in the salty sea smell of the lands and took it all in for the first time. There was nothing like it anywhere in the world. Watching the sea gulls bicker and the whales breach far in the distance, she found herself excited to know these new lands. "I'm glad to be here. The coast is so peaceful....serene. I've never seen anything so beautiful," Nashira replied. Wagging her tail, she smiled easily to him. Trotting over closer to the edge of the water, she felt the tides rushing up around her pillars and then ceasing. It was early in the morning, Nashira supposed, since the sun had not yet risen but the stars had left the skies. For a while, they had traveled, but not many had touched them. Nashira wondered if it was because he was related to Modet. The family had quite a reputation.
I smiled a bit, my white-tipped tail wagging a bit more as I licked her cheek in return. "I love it here too, but perhaps, when eventually we move there, we'll find that the desert is more to our tastes. Still, if not, I'd rather move back here than elsewhere." I said in agreement, looking back to where blue-green, white crested waves rushed against one of the cliffs. A silvery bird dipped down, not a gull, but one I hadn't yet seen. The bird returned to the air, a fish in its long, pointed beak. It was likely one of the sea-faring birds, that didn't often go beyond the coasts.
"Are you hungry, my love?" I said to the red wolf after a moment, looking to her, my soft brown eyes curious. Here, the fishing was good, and it wasn't often that I went to the forests beyond to catch a deer or rabbit to eat.
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Nashira shrugged, just wanting to think about the now rather than the 'later' in life. This was a first time experience for her - falling in love and feeling appreciated. Lots would stare at her and tell her she was beautiful, but the one thing she liked the most about her mate was that he thought she was pretty on the inside too. Wagging her tail, she looked to the sea, moving to stand on a large rock that seemed to melt into part of the water. It was perfect for getting food and was probably where the majority of the pack hunted. No, they didn't hunt - they fished. Nashira had learned a while ago, but her skills were a bit rusty.
"Of course," she smiled, a glint in her eyes as she extended a paw so that it was on the edge of a rock. First, she saw a medium sized fish and swiped at it, failing miserably at getting it. The second one was a large fish, one that took strength to pull out but was easy to snag with a claw. Getting it with her claw, she pulled it out by its gill, carrying the nearly two foot fish over to where Toralon was. It was a rock fish, gray and white with speckles all over it. They were found usually in bay water, but they rarely traveled out to sea. "Impressed?" she asked, dropping the squirming fish at his feet.