After the blue-eyed female joined the river wolves the little Stark had pestered her father about the strange woman. It was evident, even to the small tuft of pale fur, that the pair had history. Her father almost looked at the blue-eyed wolf like he looked at her mother, but not quite. Lavender had not gotten the chance to get to know the newcomer, for she spent most of her time exploring on her own or following one (or both) of her parents. But today was different. Today the green-eyed girl had caught scent of the small woman and followed her through the trees, her oversized paws treading as quietly as possible. The pale woman looked troubled, which only added to the girl’s growing curiosity. A frown graced her own features as she sidled up beside Anastasia, her tail wagging slowly in greeting. Hi! She chirped, her maw falling to the side as she shoved her nose in the dove’s face, her previous frown erased by a wide, goofy grin.
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The blue-eyed wolf before her was much softer in appearance than her father, who was a little rough around the edges. Instantly the girl felt calm and safe, her shoulders sagging as she kept her chartreuse gaze fixated on the older female. Ana, the woman introduced. Much easier than her full name, which was certainly a mouthful. I know that, she hummed with a teasing grin collapsing onto her pale features, her head twisting to the side as she studied the pale wolf. I’m Lavender, she added as a hasty introduction, her tail wagging frantically behind her as she spoke. Da talks about you sometimes, she tossed in with a lazy shrug as she flopped down on her hindquarters, her peridots never once wavering from the woman’s cerulean gaze. Wha’cha doin’? Hunting, patrolling—whatever it was Anastasia was doing Lavender wanted in, as there was only so much she could do around the dens. Otherwise she would stray over the borders and explore some of the neighbouring territories and possibly get into trouble.
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Yes, silly, she chirped in response, as the idea of her father saying anything bad was absolutely preposterous, only good things! She didn’t even think it was possible that her dad could say something wrong, or bad. As she had pummelled him with questions about the pale newcomer her father had spoken fondly of her, expressing that they had travelled together to the Lore. That it was because of her that he found his way to the north—to the Kingswood. That he had been sad when she left, for he had not known what caused her departure. And that he was thrilled that she had returned and hoped she would remain, even if things were different.
But the girl didn’t share that, as her father had told her those things in confidence, and the little Stark dared not break her promise.
Scouting the territory. She nodded softly, her chartreuse gaze lingering on the older female. Lavender liked doing that, too, especially since getting over her irrational fear of leaving the Kingswood. How silly she had been! Looking for you! She giggled, her forepaws stamping excitedly along the ground. Do you mind if I join you?
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A careless smile unfolded across her delicate features, her tail swaying gently behind her as Anastasia agreed to her company. She wouldn’t have been opposed to scouting on her own, although she probably would have left the comfort of the towering cedars, but she was grateful that the blue-eyed dove had complied. The little Stark wanted to get to know her father’s oldest friend, especially since she had decided to make Hearthwood her home. There was not much the girl knew about her father’s backstory, for she knew that the older Stark did not grow up in the lands of Lore, so perhaps she could pry some information out of Anastasia.
Her ears twitched at the question, her nose canting toward the pale woman. Little bit of this, she started, her shoulders rolling in a dismissive manner, little bit of that. The youthful grin was now replaced with a cheekier one, a few of her ivory incisors showing. Some basic hunting stuff, plant stuff… she continued, her eyes rolling dramatically, boring stuff. Not all of it, but some of it was certainly boring. She was curious as to what the blue-eyed dove could teach her that her father couldn’t, or hadn’t yet.
This was in many ways quite strange. Her never-ending devotion to Lachesis had coursed in veins for years and now that she had succumbed to the idea that she wasn't in that limelight, she was adjusting in what was usually the worst way. It seemed odd to get over it by chatting with his children but in more ways than one, she felt like Lavender could have easily been a child of theirs. Inquisitive, playful and with all the bells and whistles that the two had shared together.
Can't all be boring, she bares mention for she had always enjoyed learning about healing and hunting strategies. Anastasia had mostly learned all there was to know when she had been a leader of Pitch Pine Trail so many eons ago. A time that would always be her favorite no matter what kind of present life she had currently. What do you want to learn, Lavender? Perhaps in the very least Anastasia could help to teach something that the girl was willing to participate in and not deem boring.
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