Spring was in the air. Aduial was rather enjoying the weather. The winter had been long and cold, and not very good for her delicate countenance. She hadn't quite caught ill, but she'd come close, and the whole thing was disconcerting. Often now, Aduial had come to realize that she was not as strong as the other wolves. She was fleet-footed and dedicated, but she would never be as great a hunter as her pack needed, and it bothered her.
So she turned her attentions toward other things, ways that she could make herself useful. Luckily for her she'd cultivated fine manners to go along with her lovely appearance, and she turned all of her attention toward diplomacy.
But today, none of that was on her mind. No, today she had every intention of having a quiet day enjoying the atmosphere of her pack. It wasn't just everyone that could live somewhere as verdant and peaceful as the Draug Faroth lands.
She made her way through the trees and caught the scent of Madhuri and a smile touched her maw. Ah! She hadn't spoken with the older female in quite awhile. Perhaps it was time she paid her a visit.
Shifting her course, she made her way toward the scent, calling out to her in a soft lyrical 'woof' just as she came near.
