The white fae barely even felt the twigs and leaves that were trying to trip her up and get lodged into her once-tender pads. Her firm muscles rolled beneath her white pelt, stronger with each mile traveled in duty to her pack. She was relentless in patrolling and marking the territory for Indru and Corinna and their pack, which now included her. Once a shy, almost awkward fae she was now exuding strength and confidence. She took pride in her job of looking out for her new family and would never walk away. There was something distracting her today though. An ever present 'something' had been niggling at the back of her mind, something she hadn't allowed herself to think about in over a year.
Her dream of Corinna's and Indru's pups climbing all over her seemed to have awakened her dormant need for her family. She and her mate had been expecting pups, yet they had died in her belly. Both mate and pups killed in a bear attack. Her heart wrenched at the memory of them. Opening that door allowed another to open as well though. Her birth family. Her proud father, her shy step mother, her sweet little sister. They were the only ones that mattered from her old pack. Her one regret was not knowing how they were faring. After the death of her little family she just couldn't go back to her birth pack. The pain was to raw and she had wandered aimlessly for months before arriving here in relic lore. Her new life here was her saving grace and of all of those in her new pack, only Indru knew of her past, of her heartache. No other need be aware of it, but she had felt the need to be up front with him when she had joined.
Now her whole life revolved around her duty to Swift River. Thus, she shook away her memories and moved on, determined not to let her emotions distract her from her purpose. That was her old life, much as she wanted to know. This was her new one and her birth family was far, far from here. She continued on her way, marking the borders, strengthening the message of the River Pack's power and unity. Her emerald eyes constantly swept the terrain before her. She knew every tree and every shrub. Nothing was out of place. Nothing was not as it should be. Yet somehow, Cali felt on edge, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was disconcerting and the muscles in her neck and shoulders were growing tight with tension.
In an effort to sooth her nerves, Cali moved closer to the river that marked the border of their territory. She resisted the urge to get in the flowing current, having recently discovered a love for it. Instead she lowered her snowy head and took a long drink of the fresh cool water, relaxing ever so slightly in the process. Then she let out a big sigh and lifted her head, looking across the waters to the land beyond, emerald eyes as ever, scanning for anything amis.
(This post was last modified: Jun 03, 2012, 11:02 PM by Cali.)
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