Winds stirred in the grasses of the wide, open plainlands, carrying with them the faint scent of two beings up ahead. Humans like herself, and yet...not at all like her. From the news she had heard borne by the pigeon she'd received the other day, the pair ahead of her must be the opponents assigned to her for this tournament she'd agreed to participate in.

A light brush of thick fur gently nuzzled her brain out of its thoughts, and she tangled her fingers lovingly into the back of Apollo's scruffy neck. He was the only one of her twelve wolves she had accompanying her. The pack didn't do so well in wide, open spaces like these plains. There was hardly anywhere for them to hide and camouflage themselves.

She felt a cold, wet nose push gently into her palm as her fingers had begun to relax. Daughter, shouldn't we be moving on? If you can smell the ones awaiting us, I certainly can.

Anna, the Dream Dancer, smiled down upon her faithful friend and companion. I know. I can't help but wonder just who my partner is supposed to be. That letter the pigeon brought me made no mention of his name or what species he belongs to. It didn't even say whether it's male or female. I'm a bit nervous, actually... I've never done something like this before.

Apollo ran his tongue reassuringly over his friend's hand. You'll be fine. Even if this partner turns out to be unworthy of you, you'll always have me.

Anna's burnt yellow eyes gleamed affectionately as she gazed at him. With a smile, she wordlessly began making her way closer towards her destination. The scent had become much stronger after a few minutes of walking, and she hastily crouched down into the tall grass, keeping as silent as possible to observe what she was up against.

Perhaps I should wait to make myself known until I'm sure I even have a partner. After all, there are two of them and only one of me.

Apollo didn't seem affected by Anna's obvious lack of mentioning him. Yes, that would be wise, I think. If they start to come toward you, though, they'll leave me no choice but to defend you.

OoC: Meh, shortness, but I'm pressed for time.

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"Our secret affinities remain secret even to ourselves....We fall in love with certain works of art, as we fall in love with certain individuals, for no very clear motive."
~Joyce Carol Oates