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With waiting came tension and with tension came the soft reminder that Essetia was utterly alone, save for Romul who had been distracted time and time again by the sounds of the wood. The young wolf was casually bound to and fro throughout the forest in search of one disturbance or another, with each search just as rigorous as the last. However, in every case, Essetia was warned that “no danger” lurked within the Threshold. She grimaced slightly at her companion’s relentless desire to protect her in spite of the fact that she was more than capable of defending herself. Yet, with such an all-consuming love for Romul overwhelming any annoyance she may experience in his company, the mare often tolerated his antics with grace and revere for her beloved. However, when he came rushing headlong back into their temporary camp at the Threshold’s heart, his lips were pulled away from his white fangs. Someone’s coming. Hesitantly, the badger-faced girl fidgeted in place. Romul had a snout that could detect anyone within a mile’s radius from himself, provided the circumstances were favorable, so his companion was certain that this time, his instincts would prove correct.
When a pallid mare accompanied by a rowdy Zephyr atop her crown parted the clearing as per of Romul’s warning, the bay mare silently praised the wolf at her side. The canine puffed slightly at Elsa as she introduced herself and further used the time to question his own presence amongst the group, but he quieted when Essetia stepped forward in order to greet the strange pair. “I- … am Essetia and this-” she motioned to Romul with a loving glance, “-is Romul. He is my bonded.” Callously, the wolf moved closer to Essetia’s right shoulder in order to lace a weary gaze on Elsa and the queer creature at her back, all the while maintaining an eager air that conveyed his willingness to obey his bonded. Calm down, she means no harm Romul. Though the bay could hear the canine’s defeated scowl in her mind, he fell back into his haunches to sit at her feet.
“It’s nice to meet you both… and, um, yes we’re new to these parts.” Essetia wasn’t sure whether or not those outside Helovia were capable of possessing companions, but she hoped that this peculiar mare would think nothing of it, at least not until they were all sheltered for the night. As anxiety bloomed in her heart, Romul stood up once again to soothe her by touching her shoulder with his slender muzzle. It was a drastic change from his previously prickly attitude, though not unfamiliar to Essetia as she gratefully returned his reassurance with a touch of her own upon his back. Together they turned to face Elsa with an eagerness to be rid of the darkness in the claiming grounds; though the bay mare could only hope that this other girl was friend and not foe. They appeared amiable enough, but one could never be sure of another’s true intentions, especially after the life Essetia and Romul had come from after departing from Helovia so long ago… This was supposed to be a new beginning and that’s all the badger-faced girl and her canine could hope for. | |
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