Coming Home
The land that connected the two mountains was, like the rest of the north, frozen solid. Yet it seemed the dwarfed trees were not in fact dwarfed at all, but rather cut off from their roots. Miss Haven tilted her head at this for a moment, wondering what a peculiar thing to have happened. But suddenly a brisk mountain breeze waved over her being causing her to shiver. Annoyed, wouldn't even begin to cover it. Her ruby red eyes scanned the trees for any immediate signs of danger, before she descended into the valley. The icy floor was covered with enough snow to gracefully walk across, and she soon found that even just the tops of the trees was enough to block out most of the winter breezes. It was quite a nice relief.
She spent a few minutes weaving her way through the forest, going deeper into the wood and away from the lands she once came from. Everything seemed fine, until the unmistakable scent of another wafted into her nostrils. Miss Haven came to an immediate halt. She had not noticed the change in day; she had started walking before the sun had risen, and only now cared to notice that the sun was gone, replaced by her sister moon. She had no idea what she would do, if this stranger turned out to be a threat, but her sour mood made her bold, and exhaustion made her desperate. She abruptly spoke out to the shadows, her voice slicing through the silence. "Who is it? Who's out there? Come out here this instant."
Slow as the nights still wind a scent had penetrated the wolf's nose, stale and earthy like that of a nomad. Hesitantly did the beast return from his mental state, the bright glowing fire returning to his heated golden gaze, though the only thing that drew to the others existence was the subtle movement of the lower hanging branches that creaked and rattled in protest, ears slowly swiveled forward. Allowing the other wolf to know that the beast had heard it. Upon further investigation Brokk had discovered the scent that whirled feverishly within his nose was female. Golden fiery gaze bore into that of the inky darkness that swirled within the shadows. Gaze narrowed, attempting to unhinge the female that stalked him. It's tones lingering on the edge of his sanity. "Who is it? Who's out there? Come out here this instant." Still he sat, silent, features stoic as he studied the distance between he and the creature that lurked in the shadows. A low growl rumbled deep within his chest, an audible warning to the female before him to tread with caution. He had no real way to indicate his presence other then the deep rumble that left his chest briefly. A bark would be to crisp to alerting to his location. Too careless.
The night air danced in the grey locks of the patient female. The last resonance of her sharp tone drifted into the shadows of the night, consumed completely. The sound of her words soon became an echo of memories, causing a sense of time passing quickly. When in truth, it was only mere seconds, long enough to stress Miss haven. She had only been on her own long enough to know not all wolves are kind and civilized. Some where primitive beast, by choice of all things, and some were far worse. Some were pure evil, able to commit morally injustice acts with large grins on their faces. That grin, that face, was what the female saw behind her eyes, picturing a beast to walk out of the shadows with that wicked look on it's face.
The ominous growl that answered the female only continued to fuel this image in her mind. However, it wasn't strong enough to let Miss Haven's swerving ears pinpoint the exact location of the stranger. She had come to the conclusion, based on the masculinity in the scent she smelled and the tone of the growl she listened to, she was dealing with a lone male. Most likely someone who did not appreciate her intrusion. But that wasn't quite up to either of them; their meeting fated to be.
"That's not much to go off of..." she mumbled to herself, looking about the dancing moonlight that surrounded her. It was then, that she concluded the stranger would not be willing to meet face to face. But in her mind, it would be only logical that two lone wolves would aim to work together. Would it not benefit the both of them to hunt together? To work together for protection and warmth in a time of harsh winter storms and scarce prey? So Miss Haven did something about it. She would not stand for anything else. "I wish to talk to you, if you won't come to me then I shall come to you." Her still limbs began to move, forward, into the shadows that held so much unknown. Her slim form wrapped around the branches of a pine, to see a figure in the distance, wrapped tightly in the darkness of night. "Please, I mean you no harm."