Shattered Joy (Heimdall)

[Aztec]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Steps, shallow and lifeless, drug against the frozen dirt. That cranium which had once been held high with such pride and a brilliant love of life now nearly hung as low as those barely lifted paws, twin auds of brushed rust dropped while that tail didn't so much as sway in the slightest. All in all Aztec was the perfect visible specimen of depression, of a guilt so heavy that she barely seemed able to hold the burden. It didn't seem to matter what she tried, what she did, that depression just wouldn't shake the relentless talons from her heart.

Now one might wonder what had brought on such profound sorrow, most would assume death, and in truth it very much was like death. Although the truth may actually be harder to deal with then that, her friends, her family may as well be dead. In one act of rebellious stupidity, one fight so pointless that she doesn't even recall what it was about she took from her brother, from herself, everything they had ever know. Everything that had meant something to them was gone, now they were in a new land, a new pack, new wolves. It was the adventure of a lifetime, but she could not make herself relish in the experience. Instead all she could focus on was how much she had messed up her brothers life.

That was why she was out here, alone. It was her personal punishment, not allowing herself to get close to the family focused pack who had taken them in. She didn't deserve their kindness, didn't deserve a home, friends, her brother. All she would do is some how mess it up for them.

Her aimless wandering had never seemed to end, even as she paused by a rivers edge crouching low enough to allow that long pink muscle to slide deep into its currents, only to retract bringing with it the cooling liquid to sooth her parched throat. Completely unaware of her surroundings, so lost in her own misery that she simply just didn't care.


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Tags: Heimdall
Muse: Ooooh!!
Notes: So excited!! Bwahaha

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[Heimdall]

This island was strange, so different from the mainland. But that made little difference to the scarred male that thundered his way by the stream. He had followed it from its headwaters as he searched this new land. Fresh water source was precious to a stranger of these lands especially when his throat was still parched from the smoke of the blaze that forced him into the ocean. Salt stained fur and a few burnt patches on his nose were his trophies of survival but also his reminders that he lost Hel somewhere in the melee. He was positive she wouldnt let herself die in the fiery inferno, she was too stubborn for that. All he had to do was find where she ended up. 

Stepping into the cold crystal clear waters, he once again attempted to cleanse his body from the salty burning sensation on his skin. It was frigid but that was a relief compared to the heat of flame. Each time he bathed, the pain would dull for a short time until he dried off and the remaining salt began to irritate him once again. he was tired but refused to rest just yet until he had completed a suitable recon of the area thoroughly enough to find food and place to lay his head, preferably by this very stream. 

Vivid green eyes scanned even more carefully than usual since his sense of smell still had yet to return fully. It would, he was sure of it. Just had to make due until it did. Somewhere in the rocky cradle ahead there was a creature he was sure was a fellow wolf. The discovery was tantalizing. His usual demeanor was creeping back into place and his physical needs were forgotten as he began to formulate his plan of over coming this creature. Male or female, it made no difference. Although females were generally sweeter company, with a few exceptions of course. 

Trotting towards the form, Heimdall moved in on his target with a crooked grin. Starting off as kind was the best way to start his game..then his colors would show...

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First Heimdall post!!! Getting a feel for him ^^
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[Aztec]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]A strange scent touched the sensitive nares lining the huntress's black tipped muzzle, a scent that did not even register for she was so lost in her own thoughts and misery. When had she become a femme who indulged in a severe case of self pity and disgust? Had she been able to stand outside her self she would have been beyond repulsed by her own actions. This wasn't like her, not in the least. On the shore line she dropped to her belly, resting he head heavily on the moisten earth staring listlessly at the rush water inches from her unkempt visage.

Again that strange salt and ash scent stung her nostrils, again she ignored it. Perhaps she should leave her brother and his pack permanently? Find some desolate place as far away as this island would allow so she did not mess up his life any more then she already had. Briefly she wondered if he even noticed that she'd been gone these last few weeks. Probably not, he probably hated her for destroying his life. Twin auds flattened to either side of her head and a low sorrowful whine escaped.

It was finally the sniffling back of tears and the obvious strengthening of that scent that caused her to finally acknowledge the presence of another. Slowly that heavy cranium rose, shifting upon its thick pedestal to the left then the right. Mirrored circulars of an intense oceanic green skimmed the shoreline opposite and to either side of her coming up empty. Still that strange scent persisted. Pressing upward she twisted to look behind her before she spoke with cool firm tones. "Whose there?!" She was not a timid creature by any means, for a moment that spark of her old self shown through, tail raised in defiance. Pack lands and safety were to far for her to reach, no matter how swift she was. It had been nearly a week since she last ate and then it had been a small rabbit. She wasn't in any shape really to defend off an attacker much less run from one. Cursing her own stupidity that chin lifted proudly to face whoever crept closer, waiting for an answer to her call.



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[Heimdall]

He mustn't have looked very pretty but that wasn't really a concern to him. Hardly ever was. A true warrior didn't worry about looks as much as staying in proper form for survival which was something that a pristine coat had no effect on. Still he didn't wish to look like a drowned rat. Shaking out his fur and placing a lick here and there to calm a few stubborn hairs, he looked in to the river to see what kind of figure he cut. Frankly, he still looked rough but he had just gone through hell, so what was expected?

A feminine voice cut through the air laced with warning but he ignored that. Although he thought his face would break from grinning, he kept it screwed on when he caught sight of her. "Merely a lone male." He answered plainly, he wanted to see her reaction to his appearance before he decided which card to play to keep her attention. "Are you lost as well?" She was a pretty thing, excellent for a pet. He preferred a fine face for his pets but when it came down to it he wasn't entirely picky. 

Of course she may be a challenge if she was one if those females that got all fussy when their heat came upon them. He knew it was smack in the middle of such a season and wondered if she was one who snuggled up with anyone nearby or if she was paranoid. There was such a range in between, he would have to be careful if she would become his next victim. 

Sitting down on the frozen earth, dripping wet, Heimdall watched her with vivid green eyes as he made calculations in his head. Not having enough information made this rather difficult but he was determined.

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Tec frozen the moment the male stepped from cover, a look of shock alight in those ocean touched gems. Scorched fire, obvious burns ran across his muzzle. Scared and in terrible shape by appearances the 'lone' male looked worse for wear. But caution ruled her since arriving on the island, despite that her insatiable curiosity ignited. Nor was it uncommon to run across lone wolves in these unclaimed lands, but that only made the need for caution even more prevalent.

For the moment her depression was shoved to the back of her mind and she willed herself to stand in the here and now, assessing the situation. "No, I most certainly am not lost. My packs lands lay adjacent to these, I merely explore to better know what's here." Not that she owed a stranger an explanation, but it would be bad manners to ignore is direct question.

After a few moments she watched as he sat, he was not completely drenched as if he'd only just come out of the water, but it wasn't long ago that he'd taken a dip. Accompanied by the smell of smoke and fire she frowned, puzzled, without much thought her jaws parted releasing a question that nagged at her. "Where on earth did you come from, there has not been smoke or fire on the winds of Anikira. At least not recently. Yet you reek of it. And salt." That cranium twisted as a thought occurred to her. "Did you just arrive?"[\b]

Unease touched her heart though she wasn't certain why, if he cleaned up a bit she figured he'd be as handsome a brute as any other. But she had yet to have a pleasurable experience with any wolf outside of Airila. For one moment she longed to have her brother at her side, his empty place was felt more now then ever before. So it was because of that unease that she remained standing at the shore line. A swift jump would land her in the racing currants. It wasn't the wisest or safest escape route, but since his prone form blocked the only other exit from this location it was the only escape route that was available to her.


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[Heimdall]

She seemed rather tense which only made him wonder why. Was she insecure? If so that would only play into his hand. If she was naturally defensive that only meant a more intriguing game. "Ah exploration is a good occupation." He kept his voice level as his mind was busy trying to find an in. 

When asked about his origin, the green eyed brute cast his gaze in the direction where his home used to lay. "Africa, the mainland. I was forced here as a fire swallowed my home and possibly my pack. I'm sure some of them made it, but I worry for my sister. Her and I are the only family we have left." Pulling the sympathy card was generally easiest to use on females, but it was also true. Hel and he were close even if they fought quite a bit. "I have arrived only moments ago. I have no idea were to even start." 

Although his face remained fairly motionless but his eyes allowed a glint of sadness. While convinced he wasn't the only one, this seemed a fairly large area to search. If he could gain this girls trust enough to help him then she would be halfway to being a pet. An all around tempting combination. "You would to have happened upon another wolf who looks as awful as I do by any chance?" He looked pathetic of course but his muscular frame still moved sturdily and would only improve once he found a place to rest and sustenance that was more than the occasional rodent. 

"Ah here I am getting carried away with my personal woes and forgot my manners. What's your name? Have you always been pack?" Simple questions that could reveal much if she would allow it. How wonderful!

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[attr="class","pltxt"]She would listen quietly to his words, watched the sorrow in his eyes and felt her heart softening as he spoke of his sister. Aztec would give slight shake her head at his inquiry about coming across anyone who looked as if they'd been through the wringer and back. Of course a second or two later she corrected herself. "Actually there was a red wolf, bedraggled and soaking wet. Got herself stuck on a boulder half way across the river with no way to get to either side. I ended up assisting her by pushing a log within her reach. A rude deceitful creature she was. Asking for help after being snippy and rude." It was obvious she wasn't fond of the red females poor attitude. "I should have just left her to fates hands, but my brother would have chewed me up one side and down the other if I were that heartless." A faint rueful smile touched her features briefly.

For a moment she thought over his words, his situation. Both held siblings they cared for, both had been removed from their homelands by circumstance. "Like my brother and I...." Aztec would murmur softly. His voice broke through her inner thoughts with a question. A faint nod was given. "Yes, I was a huntress in my birth pack, and now also here in Airila whose lands border these."

Although he didn't ask for it she continued speaking, those ears lay flat to the side her expression was one of sorrow and guilt. "My brother and I arrived here a few weeks ago, we're from a land called America." She would lift her gaze to his curiously. "Do you know of it?" After a few heartbeats to observe his reply she continued, "The land was called Yellowstone. My brother and I had argued, I don't even remember what it was about. But I ran off, I left our packs lands and entered the human ranch lands. I was so stupid!" Growling at herself she began to pace, almost as if she had completely forgotten his presence. "He came for me, he always does. My brother..." She would heave a hefty sigh before dropping to the ground on her belly, miserable. "Because of my recklessness, our pack was targeted by those two legged creatures riding in huge noisy birds. I got hit with something, it hurt so much for a moment that I called for my brother. I saw him turn back and then he also went down. Why did I call for him? He'd have escaped if I had just kept my stupid mouth shut."

Glancing his way she would sigh once more, "Like now, Please forgive me for unloading such things upon you unasked for nor deserved. You are a stranger and likely care nothing for another's troubles." A rueful smile graced her muzzle as she stood once more to give a vigorous shake. "I've wasted enough of your time, sir, I would offer my assistance to help you locate your sister, but I do not have a strong grip on the terrain as of yet. I know only my pack lands and this one, and there have not been any strangers that I'm aware of since the red one and my brother and I's appearance." Not that she would really know since she hadn't really interacted with the pack, she didn't feel she had the right to be accepted into a family after the mistakes she had made.



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[Heimdall]

No one. That couldn't be true, his pack was too strong to all be wiped out like that. But then she said that she had in fact seen another wolf who was trapped on the waters but the description didn't fit anyone that he knew. Saga was the only red wolf he knew and that wasn't even wholly true, she was mostly white. 

"Ah she doesn't sound familiar. But I would think that if she got up there on her own, she should have been able to have gotten out of it alone." He wondered what Valdis would have to say about such a creature. Personally he would have a hard time seeking help in a predicament like that unless he knew the wolf well enough. Call him independent. The only reason he was asking for help now was to try and find some way to manipulate the teal eyed girl.

Seemed he may have found just a way to do that by how she looked when she mentioned her brother and herself being strangers here. Yet already a pack wolf once again. Interesting. 

"I'm sure he doesn't blame you." He said, straining to put emotion in his raspy voice but the effort wasn't as smooth as he had wished. "If he does, he is a fool." Here he must tread carefully. "Protection is a brothers job. I may have failed at mine and I have no one to blame but myself. However, you should feel safe. Someone should be honored to protect you not chaff at it." Would she get angry or soften up? She seemed to be on the fence still and he must work faster to convince her to come with him. Her pack was close and may very well come looking for her if he didn't move faster.

But he couldn't panic. This was a delicate balance.

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[Aztec]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Aztec gave a light snort in reply to his words unable to keep the sarcasm and mild fists in from coating the honey of her voice. "You would think, right? But, apparently not." Had it not been for her brothers voice in her head she would have told the other to figure it out on her own. After all how could one learn and better themselves if someone was constantly rescuing you? Not that she was really one to talk, after all Argent was always rescuing her. If she hadn't relied on him so much he would have escaped, he would have been happy at home, instead of here forced to start over.

"He is no fool...." Her voice trailed off slightly as she thought about it, no Argent wasn't the fool, she was. And despite the strangers raspy words of comfort she still felt no better, in fact she felt worse. A brothers job, and she made hers all the harder because of her idiocy.

Instead of remaining on that touché subject instead refocusing on him and his own search. "If you wish it, I could escort you across Airila lands, so that you may search for your pack mates in peace? I do not believe my Alpha, Arche, would mind you searching, but with an escort there will be less trouble. I am merely a huntress though, perhaps you'd prefer a warrior? I could call for my brother?"

The rust and cream bespeckled with ashen black cranium twisted to the left those oceanic green eyes resting on the ragged beat up male. It was then that she realized she wasn't even aware of his name, nor had she given hers when he asked, so much for the manners she had been taught since pup-hood. Her parents would be doubly disappointed in her. I supposed I just can't do anything right any more.... A miserably self disgusted hidden sigh was expelled as she waited curiously for his reply before speaking up once more. "Please forgive my lack of manners, I am called Aztec, may I ask your name?" Attempting to sound a little regal and formal. Not that it was much of an attempt.



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[Heimdall]

He is no fool.....

At first he thought he angered her, she sprung to her brothers defense so fast it only made sense to him for her to just rant about how dare he call her brother that but there was nothing. How different she was than Hel. He knew his own sibling would take huge offense to that being said of her twin. And probably end up sick or dead because of it. She was funny like that. Even when they fought tooth and nail, if she ever saw or heard anyone say a bad thing of Heimdall, she became his biggest supporter.  But they were always hot and cold like that, and he would do exactly the same thing to defend his sister. Loyal to each other above any personal differences. 

Instead the blue eyes female turned the subject to a completely different direction. Even offering him an escort so he would stay out of trouble. But how he loved trouble. Still, it may provide additional time to gain her trust, which was always good. This tactic was fairly new to him so he was content to wait, after all he knew he would win at one time or another. "That would be greatly appreciated. I'm sure your skills are more than adequate, no need to call your brother. I'm sure he had more important duties than to show around a soaking wet stranger as myself." While in truth he just wanted to keep her alone. The bother of her brother would only end badly for her, not that it was going to be a happy ending anyway. Except Heimdall of course. 


finally, there was also a name to put to the face. Aztec. Charming moniker. However he had no plans of being so honest about his name. Anonymity was key just in case things did not go according to plan, he could be traced to easily. Valdis, for all her acceptance of his toys, who be very displeased if he led Aesir to dealing with bothersome trespassers.

Without skipping a beat, Heimdall spoke. "A fetching name, no doubt. I am called Sirhaan, named after my father whom I never had the opportunity to meet." A lie but it sounded good even as he spoke it. 


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[Aztec]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Tec saw a flicker in his gaze, one she chose to address. "You expected I would defend my brother? While I do not deserve the right to defend him any longer, in this case there is no need to. He simply is not a fool, even on his worst day. If one went around taking offence at every little thing someone stated I would imagine their life would always be in a state of exhaustion." It was how she used to live her life before coming to Anikira. She had always been a wild reckless youth that sometimes attempted to act like a proper lady, though she failed most the time. But insults weren't new to her, and she took them with a grain of salt, because that's all they were worth.

Shifting topics she made her offer and waited his reply, and for some reason she wasn't overly surprised by it. "Its not like you'll be bedraggled indefinitely, after all your coat will dry eventually. That is if you manage to stay out of the water for a time. Although it doesn't appear you have that kind of restraint." She would flash him a grin, hoping he understood the teasing note that had entered her voice. When he at last gave his name she couldn't prevent the smile that crossed her muzzle. Sirhaan, whispering his name in her mind as if to test it out, the name seemed to fit the gruff male. "Its a pleasure to meet you Sirhaan.."

Stepping forward away from the waters edge and towards him she would tilt her head to accompany a question that suddenly occupied to her. "You said you only just washed ashore? You must be exhausted and hungry? Perhaps it would be wiser to find shelter for the coming night and a meal?" His form blocked the only path out from this particular little alcove surrounded by towering boulders and sharpen rocks, and she wasn't about to shoulder him out of the way so her steps would halt several paces away looking up at him expectantly. From this close she was able to tell that most might not have applied the term handsome to him, instead he seemed to hold a rugged manliness that few brutes ever managed. Something that was far more attractive then the typical pretty boy wolf you'd find charming the ladies. Perhaps that's why she hadn't ever really been approached by a male before. It wasn't like she was very receptive to typical charters. Giving herself a mental shake she tilted her cranium waiting for him to make a move forward or back so that she could pass.



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[Heimdall]

She seemed to have a healthy outlook of life and that was intriguing. It would be nice to have a toy that didn't whine over everything, maybe she would actually stick around once he claimed fully as a pet. But he wouldn't get to excited about that yet, there was much work to do. Instead he just let the speech pass with a dip of his head, he could pretend to be a gentleman sometimes however hard it was. 

His face didn't really change much when she said he wouldn't be ragged forever. True but he wasn't a looker even when he was put together. But then she had the gall to tease him and those eyes grew a little round in surprise. What an interesting find she was proving to be. He let his face crack just a bit in a smirk at her jest to show he didn't mind it at all. It could be fun to have a witty pet like her. The prospect of owning her was becoming more and more tantalizing. "You'd be right. Restraint isn't my strongest quality." 

Watching her move towards him, Heimdall made sure to watch carefully. She moved fluidly, much like a good hunter would. Approving he stepped back and let her pass by, after all she knew where she was going whereas he was still lost. But if all of the natives were as charming as she then he would very much like this new island. 

he even liked the way his fake name rolled off of her tongue, he rather wished he could trust her with his real one but business first. He couldn't be distracted from his purpose of claiming her and finding lost members of his pack. "Yes only moments before meeting you, I washed up onto the shores." He would going to refuse food but his stomach spoke for him. Traitor. "It seems nourishment is demanded in part. Where could I find a place to rest?" Implying they would part ways eventually should only make her more relaxed, more apt to be friendly and allow his to move in closer. 

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[Aztec]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Aztec chuckled, a gentle sound that slipped free at his willing admittance to his lack of restraint. "Does that only include water, or does your lack restraint lay elsewhere as well?" She knew better then to ask, it wasn't polite, but one thing she never would change was her outspoken ways. If something crossed her mind she tended to say it aloud. Which basically made her a horrible diplomat but there were other wolves better suited to such roles. She was content with being a mere huntress, one whose skill was honed to a razor sharp edge. It was the one thing she took pride in, even now when her spirit was so low and broken.

When he moved aside she would pass by him, coming close enough to see the many scars that riddled his hide, as well as the fresh burn marks across his muzzle. He should have a healer look at that, to bad she had never paid much attention to medical plants or the endless monotone lectures her birth packs healer had been known for. Such things held her interest not at all. Which those boring lectures only made such a revelation more apparent.

Mentioning food suddenly caused a loud rumble from his belly just as it started to look like he would refuse. Her grin was full of amusement as she cast a coyish glance over her shoulder towards him. "At least one of you is truthful with yourself. Come Sirhaan, there is a decent place to den a small distance from here. Would you prefer red meat, or fish to silence that complainer of yours?" The teasing note remained in her voice, is was obvious she was enjoying his company for now.

Paws alighted upon the earth only to lift away in a steady slow pace, waiting for him to follow. Guiding him even as she teased him.



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[Heimdall]

"It goes beyond water, believe me." He spoke with a mischievous edge to his voice along with another smirk. How little she knew how true that was. Perhaps it was a fault of his but he was known to go after whatever he wanted and didn't give up on things easily. Generally Hel would have to physically lead him away if what he was after really was too much for him. But he dreamed big and acted in accordance with those desires. 

Green orbs noticed her take in his scars and wondered what she thought of them. It was no secret he led a hard life, that story was practically written in those scars. Perhaps the most prominent of which was the one slashing across his eye and blurred his cursed vision. Yet it was unable to truly slow him down, he wouldn't let a thing like that stop him. But it was annoying how he would have to tilt his head at times to get a clear picture of things. Maybe it even made him look roguish, some found that charming. Nevertheless, Heimdall let her look as she wished. He was proud of his strength and abilities as a warrior so scars were in some odd way his trophies.

"Sounds like a nice place, I'm sure. Red meat suits me better than fish. Yet if that is unable to be found the slippery things would suffice." He never really cared for fish since it seemed like a lot of work for a rather poor profit. But at this state it would be welcome. Following her lead like a good wolf, Heimdall scoured the area with those vibrant green orbs to see if any of her confounded pack mates would be showing up soon. He felt he was making decent progress and wouldn't take kindly to it getting spoiled. 

Matching Aztec's steps, the burnt brute wondered how prey fared here. Might as well ask, right? "Is this island rather bountiful for hunting? I've run across couple rodents since I've been here and even managed to catch one or two. Not filling of course but better than nothing I suppose. Winter doesn't always prove to be a kind mistress to those who are strangers, but spring shall be here soon enough." Speaking of the season, it was devastatingly clear she was in heat. Which may have been part of why he approved of her so readily. How delicious! Perhaps if he played things right...

Oh the tempting dreams of 'what if'. He had to smile at himself, must keep first things first and enjoy the ride. Still he wouldn't object to the detour.

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Cant sleep so thought I'd crank one out for ya ^^

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Couldn't help the chuckle that slipped free at his admission. His words made her curious, though she knew her curiosity often got her into more trouble then anything else. But that never stopped her from exploring, or experiencing. Her thought was if you shied away from every obstacle or challenge life threw at you, you were nothing but a coward and would end up never living life, merely surviving it. But these were thoughts and ideals she had never shared, after all most wolves believed survival was the name of the game.

As she passed him she couldn't help but be a bit nervous with the way he studied her, there had never been a male who paid attention to her. She never knew if that was her brothers influence, or if there was something wrong with her. But the way he studied her just as she studied him was different. Mentally shaking her head, it was likely only because she was in heat. That realization nearly cause her to stumble and it only added a whole new level to this scenario. She should never have made the offered she had, but she simply hadn't thought about it because it had never been an issue before. Unease rolled across her shoulder as she became increasingly aware of his larger form keeping pace with her.

It also made her reconsider where she had intended to take him for the night, the small alcove made of boulders would have put them to close for comfort, so she took them a bit farther then she originally intended. The fallen trucks of several trees toppled over one another creating a cave like dwelling although there were plenty of holes to wiggle through if an escape was needed. "Will this do?" She would ask glancing towards him, once again struck by the amount of scars that riddled his form. He must be a fierce warrior to have survived so many battles. Was the only thought that crossed her mind. Still she would tear her gaze away lifting that muzzle to the skies to draw in a deep breath, tasting the air even as those twin auds twitched listening carefully seeking signs of dinner.

She spoke softly, in a distracted manner, to answer his questions. "I can only speak for this land and my packs lands, but for the most part yes, although the glacier to the north of here has strange creatures that slip into the ocean when they detect a wolf, it makes hunting there a bit more challenging. But aside from there I have never had any difficulty finding a meal. Even in this winter." Although due to where she grew up the winter here was relatively mild and game was far more plentiful, which made the challenge of hunting a little less thrilling.



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