Xandra and Liz's reunion

Xandra: It had been several days since the she-wolf left with her new formed wolf son Nickolas to follow the feeling her son was gathering. Her own crescent in her chest was aching. Peering out of the distance was a cabin at the borderline that she had been watching for at least three days. Wearing upon her figure was torn up shorts along with her casual grey tank top. No shoes since she never saw the point of them. Black along with lavender strands tied up in a ponytail behind her. Her ice irises locked on the building not more than a few feet away. A sigh rose from her chest as her tattoos covered her arms along with a few on her legs. The young brunette boy appeared beside her and yawned after waking up. Stretching out he'd look to his mother and smile. "Do we get to see Aunt Elizabeth today?" His natural cajun accent falling out. The women would smile at the younger wolf and run her knuckles lightly against his cheek after unfolding her arms. "If your feeling is right about her being alive then yes." She began but soon was interrupted by a sudden aching in her crescent scar mark. Groaning a little before taking a few deep breaths. *Is she really alive and had been hiding all this time?* Turning her gaze back to her boy and smiled softly at him. "Get your running head start, I'll be right behind you Nickolas." He smiled brightly before dashing off. Xandra chuckled to herself before shaking her head. Oh how she loved her child. He loved running and hunting. If it was one of those two, he'd be up for it. The she wolf did as she told her son she'd do by following at the same speed of him. It was almost their way of forming a game. Once inches from the door and was up on the balcony of the cabin, they both stopped. Both panting slowly and heavily. The boy braced himself and knocked on the door. When she realized he had knocked, she'd grab his right wrist and growl a little. "I was suppose to knock Nickolas. There could be someone dangerous here." The little wolf whimpered before going behind her. Though they both waited for whoever was inside to answer. Having her hand on the side of her as she guarded her little one. He peeked out from her back to see who it was when the door opened.


Elizabeth May: No one who lingered here did not go unnoticed. The passing three days Xandra lingered on the boarderline of the beach watching the Cabin Elizabeth knew of. But she understood why she was doing so and was going to give her as long as she needed before she finally approached the cabins front door. Out of a small window on the top floor she peered out in hidden amusement to see her son Nicholas take off in impressive top speed towards the Cabin finally of their brief exchange of conversation. Not long afterwards Xandra followed right behind him with ease. In a matter of seconds they were arrived to the front door of the Cabin and Nickolas did not miss one second to know on the wooden door a few times. Xandra snapping at it right afterwards. Elizabeth turned away from the window and slowly made her way down the hall and then the stairs. As she closed in on the front door many thoughts rushed through her head of how Xandra may react. Possible Anger, Confusion, Tears, More Anger, disbelief. Reaching the front door she reaches her hand out to the knob and twists it to the left before pulling it slowly open to reveal the red haired maiden standing tall before her. She appeared far more different than the Elizabeth before how carried such a soft motherly elegant appearance. Her style was more that of a female viking. The left side of her red lips bread down with metal jewerly embedded here and there across the strands. Her eye makeup was black and a bit smudge; allowing her already piercing green hues swimming in ocean blue to even stand out more. She dressed today in a black off the shoulder cotton dress that hugged her body perfectly. A slit going half way up her right leg for a bit of exposer. On her right leg was a leather strap supporting one single knife. Around her neck was a necklace of woven string with a crescent moon in the center and white shells lining on either side. Her eyes first went to Nickolas whom seemed filled with energy and awe and the sight of the red haired women. She smiles towards him as she slowly bends down and reaches her hand out to gently take his face into the center of her palm. Often boys are known to take over their father, it was clear that was not the case within this one. More like her mother in both looks and energy for sure. "You are you're mothers child..." She speaks in a raspy yet soothing tone of voice. Slowly she raises again to now look at Xandra. She smiles softly as she couldn't find the right words to say to her just yet. -e-

Xandra: Once the door opened, a viking like women came peering out. Recognizing who it was immediately and dropped her hand. She was shocked but not angry nor in disbelief. She was hopeful that her son was right but she was prepared just in case he was wrong. The boy slowly went up to the other as his face was taken in the women's hand with a smile; the boy smiled himself before nodding a little at her words. "More than you know Aunt Liz." Xandra smirked at her son's words and looked down at him before ruffling his hair with her hand gently. "Yes you are and it's why I'm teaching the proper way to hunt. You like making messes." The boy chuckled and shook his head. "Mom it was one time." The she wolf shook her head with a smile, "And we got chased down by a bear because you took it's food, Nickolas." Turning her gaze back to the women and saw the smile on the women's face as she rose to her feet after letting go of Nickolas. The she wolf would take in the new look of being more solider like and had obviously gotten a new injury. Sighing to herself before shaking her head again as she saw the leather strap holding whatever bone or injury closed with a single blade. "See you still need help as far as injuries." The onyx haired women teased. Trying to make light that she missed her. One small tear dropped from her left eye as she leaned forward to take her Alpha into her arms. Not wishing to let go for at least a couple minutes. "I'm glad your safe Elizabeth." *Woo hoo she's alive!* Her inner wolf cheered as she held onto the women. Smiling softly as she even lightly kissed the others shoulder. After a few minute's she'd let go and Nickolas shortly followed his mothers moves. Practically tackling the alpha causing the mother to chuckle a little. "Nice to meet you, Aunt Liz." He spoke out with his cajun accent. Being polite by letting go and gave a gentle smile, even it almost seemed like a flirtatious one just like her mother. "My name is Nickolas. I am twelve years old." Xandra would take the boys hand and chuckle again. "Way to jump the gun, pup." She teased about the smile knowing exactly what kind it was. The little one's cheeks would go deep red as he soon hide behind his mother and whimpered. "Shut up mom!" He whined. The mother wolf began fully laughing before turning to Elizabeth. "I apologize, he's a brand new wolf and he just realized what imprinting is. So he's trying to let his emotions take over. I't teaching him how to temper it."

Elizabeth May: Elizabeth was amused and watch the two react. How amusing it was to see how much Nickolas took after his mom in even his personality. She was the same exact way when she was a child and it nearly made Elizabeth want to chuckle, but she held it back and just watch the interaction in silence. Why was she not surprised Xandra took note of her injury on her leg hidden by a leather strapped supporting a knife? It was a recent wound given to her by a friend without intent. Magic conjured behind it so that was the reason it was taking a bit longer to heal. "Only because you aren't around is why my wounds lack its healing." She comments with a slight tilt of her head. Embraced by Xandra, Elizabeth wraps her arms tightly around her old friend and holds her tight. Feeling the warmth of the one tear fall against her bare shoulder. Releasing each other Nicholas was next as she nearly tackled her down as he threw himself into her for a hug. Elizabeth grins as she laughs a bit and embraces him just as tightly back. "Aunt Liz huh?" She comments with a rise of her brow. She bends down and presses a firm kiss upon his forehead before ruffling his locks, "Nice to meet you as well Nickolas." Questions where there lingering around the child as she never knew she had one. Several years ago Xandra left the pack on her own journey. Lack of communication between the two behinds the tread they both shared thanks to the Crescent Moon marking. She was sure their was a story to tell that led to this child's life due to be told. But not yet. twelve years old though did throw her off just a bit. "Just as flirty as his mother. You're mother is the original creator of jumping the gun. So don't be ashamed. Blame her." She teases a bit towards them both. "Why don't you two come inside. There is seafood soup on the stove freshly made. And I am sure we have a lot to talk about." She steps out of the way to allow the two inside. Once inside she closes the door shut and guides them both to the living room. The cabin home was a bit out dated. Lack there of decor besides the needed furniture. There was a fireplace in the living room lit with a small flame as at night it got a bit chilly and night was nearly arriving. She disappears to the kitchen to grab two bowls of soup for the two and glasses of water. She hands them both their share and suggest they take a seat.
"Xandra I should start off by saying I am sorry for keeping my life a secret for this long. Though what I thought was you're eyes by the pull of our thread but really it was your son, you went to Crescent Moon and had to find out that way and see HIM..." -e-

Xandra: