Another shiver ran down Locha's spine as more snow landed on her. She was now almost completely white, caked in the icy water that was tumbling out of the sky without stop. Her sight was poor in the growing storm and she knew she needed to find shelter soon. She was far from home, but if the storm subsided soon she might be able to make it back for the evening. She hoped so. Soon her blue eyes spotted a cave opening. With a sigh of relief she altered her course to the welcoming shelter. The snow was so thick that as soon as a pawprint was left it the snow it would be covered immediately again, leaving no trace. As she entered the awning the whistling wind became distant and a ringing was left in her ears. Despite the storm, there was still plenty light left and on the walls were beautiful pictures of scenes. Locha looked at them in wonder. Her eyes swept over the paintings and stuck one one which was obviously the ocean. Beautiful blue inks covered the wall all the way down to the cave floor. The ink even seemed to span onto the floor. Locha moved closer , stepping in the sea on the round. That's when she realized that it was a puddle of ink. A paw was submerged in the ink and when Locha pulled it out, her fur which was previously white was completely blue! She looked at it in wonder. Never before had she been one of the colourful ones in her siblings, all of her colour being restricted to her eyes, but now, as she stared at her forepaw she realized she could be. Different colours surrounded her, but it was to the blues that so resembled her beloved water element that she stuck to. Different shades now adorned her ears, back fore legs, tail and chest where her fur was once a snowy white. But her right paws she kept white like the others previously had been. Happy with her now colourful fur, Locha sat down and looked up at the painting. "Listen To Me Talk," 'Or Read My Thoughts.'

He had just left Sonticus borders, the male thinking of traveling to the South in search of something else. And what that something else was, he didn't quite know yet. He was tired of the memories draining his mind. The pain that shattered his heart whenever he thought of that day. It was still a sore spot, but he did his best to lock it away. To keep his heart in a veil to where others could not see it. His face always kept in a mask of boredom and fake joy. Eyes cast with no emotion at all times. Except for when he was getting on the nerves of others. He had yet to feel anything else but numb, no anger. No true joy. No happiness. Just hidden numbing pain. He began to wonder if it made him heartless...or if it made him stronger or weaker. I have no time for such thoughts... he growled to himself, the brute continuing on his way.

The landscape seemed to pass him by, the male unaware of where he was going or where he was headed. The driving storm not aiding him. All he knew was that the Southern side of the continent is where he wanted to go, and that's where he would end up at the end of his journey. But it seemed, there would be an obstacle in the way. The driving storm slowed his progress, stinging his narrowed eyes and filled his ears with howling winds. His fur whipped around, sleet and biting winds stinging his skin. He could feel his muscles tightening with the cold, and  his teeth gritting as he tried to keep himself from stopping. I need to find shelter..

The male hadn't realized where he was going, not until the winds suddenly slowed on him and he felt stone beneath his pads. The winds whistled behind him, the snow that came in just past the entrance landing slowly on the ground if not on his fur. Stepping a little further into the cave, he shook his pelt out.  A flurry of snow flying off him in all directions. He hadn't noticed the scent that lingered in the cave due to his frozen nose. Nor see anything at first as he got his vision used to the gloom. But after a moment or two, as he adjusted to the darkness he would see what was all around him. Paintings and etchings seemed to be carved into the rock, the walls, the floor. It reminded him of home. His tribe...his traditions. A bubbling hunger began to knock on his chest. A sense of longing and he suddenly felt lonelier then ever. Shaking his head, he turned away from the wall he was staring at, only to hear something somewhere behind him.

He wasn't aware that he wasn't alone until now. Teal eyes searched the cave, a scent that reminded him of salt water reached his nostrils, and at first he thought it strange that he could smell the ocean all the way over here, until he realized that it was the scent of another wolf. He followed the scent, a figure looming from the darkness as he drew closer. A female, covered in some dull shades of grey but the brighter shades of blue is what drew his attention. "You look like you rolled in the ink that covers the walls. Was that on purpose?"