[open] For the strength of the pack is the wolf...

[Meiilyn]

Meiilyn

..and the strength of the wolf is the pack
..and the strength of the wolf is the pack

So much had changed in the time she had been wandering Beqanna. Memories crowded the edges of her mind - her father, stoic and protective. Her mother, lovingly exasperated and her sister, her twin and other half the brightest ray.

That had been the last time they had all been together, back when the Kingdoms had existed and her mother had been Queen of the Falls and she, entitled as she was, had believed the world was hers and anything she wanted was hers by right. Her memories sped by faster, the images blurring in and upon themselves until just like that, they were gone, banished to the far reaches of her mind.

Shaking her head to clear the metaphorical cobwebs she glanced around, furred ears flicking back and forth atop her head as she took in the sights and sounds of where her wanderings had led her. A chill breeze ruffled its fingers through the tall trees that crowded together in every direction and she felt the shiver run from her nose all the way to her tail, a tail that was not made of strands of hair but rather fur - a blotched mix of blacks and greys.

The place she had come to was as different from the Falls as night was to day but it suited her, a calling in her bones made her feel as though she was, if not home, than comfortable. Oblivious to the going ons around her and the devastation being wreaked by the plague, she began to crop the grass, waiting for whatever to happen.

[Warlight]

Warlight

That had been the last time they had all been together, back when the Kingdoms had existed and her mother had been Queen of the Falls and her, entitled as she was, had believed the world was hers and anything she wanted was hers by right.

Warlight is not so far from this place, although she would never admit it... even if she did fully realize it. She does not believe herself to be better than others, but she does believe if she should stretch out her arm to take anything, it could be hers. 

Or she had until the plague struck.

Now she struggles to even walk her thinning frame to the creek for a drink on some days, and she looks more like an urchin than a princess at the moment. Along her flanks and muzzle clumps of hair are missing, her eyes are red and puffy, but despite her condition, she is wandering. 

The scent of the other reaches her before she sees the stranger -  the scent of a woodland creature, feral and strong yet not unpleasant. 

She should probably ignore the wolf-girl, it's probably what the grey would want, but she doesn't. At the edge of the clearing Will halts, her should-be-white legs falling still for the first time in hours, and she coughs. 

"What's your name," she asks because she feels the urge to meet this filly but she isn't quite sure what one says to lost children in the woods.

— soul as sweet as blood red jam —

[Meiilyn]

Meiilyn

..and the strength of the wolf is the pack
..and the strength of the wolf is the pack

Dappled head is raised swiftly at the faintest rustling through the bushes and trees, her tufted ears flicking back and forth as her nostrils flare, trying to scent what it was that moved through the forested area with seemingly no real destination in mind. Perhaps if she was more learned in the ways of her wolf-kin she would have known how to descern the others presence but she is young and as such inexperienced.

A barking cough breaks the comfortable silence that had descended around her and she half-turns, eyes narrowing at the entrance to the clearing and the other who now stood there. The girl (?) seemed to be falling apart at the seams, the faintest sickly sweet stench causing Meiilyn's muzzle to wrinkle slightly before she mentally checks herself for being rude and smiles slightly in the strangers direction.

"I'm Meiilyn. Are you alright? You don't look very well." She was aware she was stating the obvious but she was unversed in the art of conversation, indeed it had been a while since she'd seen anyone other than the wolf-kin who had taken her in.