Safety in numbers///Della, Mist///

[Ayasha]

///This takes place before Ayasha gives birth///
Home, or at least what might possibly still be home, was a mere day journey for the ebon fae. The weather was beginning to turn towards winter but there was still traveling weather to be had. The fae took her time making her way across the vast meadow. She still had a long ways to go and she wasn't merely carrying her own weight. Everyone has their secrets and Ayasha was no exception. What had started as a mere game of pleasure had turned out to be a game of far greater consequences. Though the consequences were debatable. Her dark muzzle protruded through the high grasses as she peered out into the open meadow. Everything was quiet and still.

"How foolish you have been. You let your heart fall for a mann and then you let your hormones finish off the deed and here you are." Ayasha scolded herself, reflecting on the poor decision making she had done, not that falling for Kaemon was a bad thing, but letting her heart be so ready might've been. Glancing skyward she could see the pale blue sky and the few clouds that littered the vast unbreaking horizon. At least the weather was decent for her return. It would be an entirely different story once she actually made it to Ge-rad. She had been lucky that she hadn't run into any problems. Even though she was carrying pups around in her belly, she had been fairing quite well on her journey.

Swiftly she broke from her cover and darted out into the open fields. Her long sleek legs carried her swiftly over the land as her muzzle searched for a sign of water. Her auds perked up and she came to a halt. Had there been a noise..? She bristled her hackles, but shook them loose to not pose a threat to whomever was nearby. She didn't want to be an interest either though and her thirst was pulling at her throat. Carefully she bent her muzzle down to lap at the cool liquid. Her auds remained alert and every muscle in her body was poised to flee or fight if needed.

[Mist]

At the edge of the meadow there is an ancient oak tree, rising in proud majesty, overlooking the tall waving grasses of the meadow below. It has withstood time and tempests, and its weathered trunk is still strong and sturdy, belaying any thoughts that it will not last for many years more. At its base, partially hidden by the plants gently dancing in the wind, is a fae. Sleek and silvery she lies still in sleep, the only noticeable movement being her breathing as it lightly moves her sides in and out. From the picture it seems as if the tree is her guardian, sworn to protect and shelter her. But if one were to draw closer, or to know who the fae is, they would realize the fantasy of that thought, and that the tree is only a tree. The afternoon sun shines brightly down on the unprotected fields, but is not as strong or as hot as it is during the summer. There is a definitely chill in the air that speaks of the coming of winter. The only snows to have fallen are high up in the mountains, turning the tallest peaks glistening white, as a warning to the low lands that there are not many more days before the first chill winds herald winter's arrival. For now, though, there is still no need to worry - there are at least a few days ahead that will be gentle and calm.

With this knowledge, Mist, Deor's Drappa, sleeps peacefully, unaware that there are any other vargs in the area. After a few more moments however, something disturbs her. It may partially be a sound or a scent, or perhaps even just an intuition, but when she first wakes she thinks it must be because she is now in shadow, and it is enough chill air to make her too cool to be completely comfortable in sleep. Raising her head she looks around before uncurling herself completely and stretching. From her vantage point she can see that the grass was recently disturbed. There is a trail where they were parted and pushed aside. Soon, perhaps by nightfall, they will return to their previous positions, and the trail will be obliterated, but for now, it is clear to the keen-eyed Drappa that another creature was here recently. Curious as usual, she pads softly to the nearest point of the trail and scents the ground, pondering the possibility of recognizing a scent. Interestingly enough, she does - but only partially. There is a pack scent here... one she recognizes after only a second. Ge-Rad is one of Deor's key allies, and the scent is certainly recognizable for one who knows it well. She recognizes the pack scent - but not the individual's. Lifting her head to search the meadow with bright golden eyes, Mist is not disappointed.

At first it seems as if the other fae is unaware of her presence, but then there is a noise from the trees behind her, and Mist's ears prick backwards while her eyes stay on the other varg. It was not she who made the noise, but it is enough to alert the ebon fae of another's presence. Knowing they are allies, Mist knows also that she has nothing to fear, and a small, welcoming smile appears on her face as she decides to go meet this other fae. You can never have too many friends or allies, and since the two of them are from allied packs, the should meet. Stepping forward again, the grey Drappa trots gracefully forward until she is within easy speaking distance of the other. Dipping her head in greeting she waits for the other to check her scent and speak first if she so wishes.

((Eh sorry, not so great. Also, I hope it's alright that I posted before Della - I wasn't sure if there was supposed to be a posting order. Yay for meeting new people! ^_^))