It had been an unexpected though pleasant morning, growing slowly into early afternoon. The golden man had brought over a new friend to meet Valeska and Amaranth in hopes of them accepting her. Right this way. I'll call for them now. Elize was right behind him, seemingly taking in the sights as they moved through the respite. Cyrus raised his head to let out a howl meant for his leaders, hoping that they were around to hear his call. Then the sound slowly ebbed away, leaving echoes behind that seemed to travel for miles.

Hopefully we hear from them soon. I really do hope you like it here. It is a wonderful place to live. There is much to see and do around here, though some of the residents can be a bit unorthodox at times. He gave an apologetic smile, hoping that this comment didn't put her off too much. Then fell silent as he waited for the other women to join them.

Elize

Valeska

Amaranth

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Popping behind the blond man, was the chimera. Draped in colors of night and day. Sleek ears cupped forward as she began to graze the surroundings of their home. Words didn't begin to show how beautiful she thought the mountain was.


I don't mind waiting. It seems lovely. His words brought her attention back to him. Dual colored eyes rested upon his golden fur. Unorthodox huh? I'm sure they can't be too odd for me. You should have seen…


Her words quickly faded off. The boys she worked with.. they were a bit rowdy. A bit strange to anyone who didn't know them. Politely. They were weird. She loved them for it. Embraced in their hobbies. At least she tried to. A soft smile curled at her lips. I'm certain we'll get along.

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To some, it might have been a beautiful summer day. To others, it was simply tolerable.

To Valeska, it was Hell.

With a stocky build and thick fur meant to withstand blizzards and whiteouts on high mountain peaks, any temperature above a chill was grounds for despair. The warm summer air felt oppressive; the humidity unbearable. Her fur was plastered wetly to her skin, and she considered forgoing her usual rounds about the border for a plunge in the lake and a very long nap.

Luckily Cyrus interrupted this train of thought before she could commit.

Normally she would have set off at a brisk trot, but between the heat and her aging joints (as the lofty age of eight began to rapidly approach on the horizon) she settled for a steady amble. He was a patient fellow, she thought; he could wait a few extra minutes.

Ah, but he had a guest!

Valeska approached the pair with a tired smile, appearing visibly deflated beneath the warm summer sun - even hidden behind clouds, the odd shaft of light still peeked through and somehow managed to find her every single time. She was clearly suffering. She was also probably the only wolf who almost enjoyed the 'freezing of the world' months prior, aside from the death and destruction and the end of life as they all knew it.

But the cold and the snow, that had been alright.

Extreme, but alright.

Hello, Cyrus, she greeted affectionately. Her gaze turned toward his companion. And who might this be? A new friend of yours?

Valeska tried to straighten up and appear more official, but the heat was relentless, and she only succeeded in a slightly more elevated slouch.

I am Valeska, High Priestess of Elysium.

But not for too much longer. Oh, sweet retirement...