07-18-2013, 12:51 PM
Ingrid-wolf doesn't arrive with Erich-wolf and Charlotte-wolf. In fact, when she arrives it's not even as a wolf. She picks her way from the parking lot to the entrance and down into the narrow, steep valley in front of the rising red sandstone. She's barefoot and dressed in a light sleeveless shirt cut low enough to expose the hilt of the tattoo on her chest and a dark colored skirt with an asymmetrical hem that falls to her knees. Her short hair is windswept and tangled. On the whole the elegant, graceful Shadow Lord looks like some feral wild thing as she makes her way across the Gauntlet with the others.
There she shifts, down to four paws. In this form she's smallish and slender, her black and grey mottled fur unbroken by scars.
She finds them. She'll always be able to find them, even though they don't share a totem bond. There is Erich, rough housing with his new friend. There is Charlotte, shining beacon of Silver Fang purity. Dances With the Hurricane approaches them from the side, wolfish head aslant as she watches Charlotte, and if she doesn't shy away from Ingrid, Ingrid comes a little closer.
And gets bumped by the tumble of Ahrouns. She lets out a growl that has no real menace, her ears only flicking back about halfway. She nips at Erich, catching and tearing at a section of his fur. Then she steps nimbly to the side, giving them room.
Meanwhile the Fury's haunting melody soars over and above and around them. When it stops, Ingrid lifts her face to the moon.
Her howl is long and low and rough. And maybe. Just a little bit? Happy.
There she shifts, down to four paws. In this form she's smallish and slender, her black and grey mottled fur unbroken by scars.
She finds them. She'll always be able to find them, even though they don't share a totem bond. There is Erich, rough housing with his new friend. There is Charlotte, shining beacon of Silver Fang purity. Dances With the Hurricane approaches them from the side, wolfish head aslant as she watches Charlotte, and if she doesn't shy away from Ingrid, Ingrid comes a little closer.
And gets bumped by the tumble of Ahrouns. She lets out a growl that has no real menace, her ears only flicking back about halfway. She nips at Erich, catching and tearing at a section of his fur. Then she steps nimbly to the side, giving them room.
Meanwhile the Fury's haunting melody soars over and above and around them. When it stops, Ingrid lifts her face to the moon.
Her howl is long and low and rough. And maybe. Just a little bit? Happy.