2/20/2016
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6:34 PM
She'd put this off for a bit too long. When Raela returned to the pack she was weakened, injured even, though only the slightest bit. Her frostbite was slowly healing into scars; growing less and less red and inflamed with tender; dutiful care from Gent. The former matriarch did not ascend right away. She had been away longer than was intended, and she had seen Moraxia's new position upon arrival. Raela was glad that the burly woman had stepped up in her absence; to take care of what was left of the pack, but Raela still wanted her leadership back. She wanted to be beside Gent now more than ever, and she only hoped that Moraxia hadn't written her off for her tardiness.
For the first few days she remained submissive; clearly showing the other that she wasn't at peak form, and allowing the other female to continue to lead. She was thankful for the break in all honesty, but that time was over. Raela tracked along the mountainside; stepping swiftly along the larger wolf's snow trail. She was a bit nervous – if for some reason it became a fight, Rae was at a size disadvantage. She had tussled with Moraxia for fun before – and she was truly a capable warrior. Still, Rae had hope that they were on good terms, and that Moraxia continued to lack the drive to lead for extended periods. If the agouti mammoth had truly wanted to, she might have tried to depose the smaller woman long ago, but she didn't. To Rae, it appeared as though Moraxia was likely less interested in ruling the Crest than even she was – oh how her attitude had changed since the fall.
Finally her target came into view; appearing like a ghost in the winter mist, and Raela felt herself grow more rigid. Her pace quickened to better close the distance between them, and her tail floated up from its position at her hocks. She didn't lift it all the way yet; just enough to get her message across. An amiable 'woof' parted her lips in greeting as she moved. The younger wolf would know what she meant just by her posture. "Moraxia?" She questioned, slowing her paw steps now that she had arrived. The rest of the sentence was written on her pricked ears and loftier stance. It was a question. She was ready to reclaim her throne.
For the first few days she remained submissive; clearly showing the other that she wasn't at peak form, and allowing the other female to continue to lead. She was thankful for the break in all honesty, but that time was over. Raela tracked along the mountainside; stepping swiftly along the larger wolf's snow trail. She was a bit nervous – if for some reason it became a fight, Rae was at a size disadvantage. She had tussled with Moraxia for fun before – and she was truly a capable warrior. Still, Rae had hope that they were on good terms, and that Moraxia continued to lack the drive to lead for extended periods. If the agouti mammoth had truly wanted to, she might have tried to depose the smaller woman long ago, but she didn't. To Rae, it appeared as though Moraxia was likely less interested in ruling the Crest than even she was – oh how her attitude had changed since the fall.
Finally her target came into view; appearing like a ghost in the winter mist, and Raela felt herself grow more rigid. Her pace quickened to better close the distance between them, and her tail floated up from its position at her hocks. She didn't lift it all the way yet; just enough to get her message across. An amiable 'woof' parted her lips in greeting as she moved. The younger wolf would know what she meant just by her posture. "Moraxia?" She questioned, slowing her paw steps now that she had arrived. The rest of the sentence was written on her pricked ears and loftier stance. It was a question. She was ready to reclaim her throne.
(This post was last modified: Feb 21, 2016, 12:03 AM by Raela.)