Ooc: set pre-plague!

He?s a member of Tortuga, but for the vagabond that doesn?t really mean anything. He goes where he pleases, kills what he pleases, eats what he pleases, and doesn?t really care about the consequences. The North bothers him little; it embraces him like a frosted blanket, and he enjoys it to a degree. Alas, he knows that he?ll have to return to the borders of Tortuga sooner or later, especially if his piggish plan is to be put into motion.
For now, however, he basks in the warmth of the sun. He considers letting out a masculine noise of some sort, letting anyone know that the beast is here, but he holds it in. There is little use in wasting the energy just now, not when something eventful might arise.

The Mines. It had become a place to frequent in her few trips away from the Glaciem territory. She couldn't stay there constantly, at least not yet. She had to stretch her legs, get some fresh air. This place felt far enough away to let her breathe, but close enough that she could run back at a moment's notice. It was a fine line she let herself walk. Besides, sometimes when she was out she found something particularly interesting. Usually in this place it was something along the sorts of a strange object or a sparkly rock, but it seemed that today she would get more of a treat. Well, at least something a little more interesting. A scent greeted her as the approached her latest haunt, spotting the orange hued, striped male easily. He stood out against the snowy back drop like a sore thumb. She smirked and padded toward him, wondering silently why he was here. It wasn't often that she ran across anyone out here. Speech Thought Others