I'd rather be dead than live a lie
BURN THE WHITE FLAG!

Natha eyed the strange strip of rocks that wound in pieces through the tundra. Had some wolf pack constructed this thing or was it another Hooman artifact? She leaned her head forward and sniffed lightly at the boulders and bricks that were cobbled together to form the unusual wall. It was crumbling in some places and completely buried in others. With a graceful leap she landed on top of the wall and proceeded to pad along it as she took in the strange creation. It's texture felt odd beneath her paws. Ragna was not with her today. The macaque had sought to replenish their supplies leaving Natha unencumbered to do a little more exploration before they headed back to the woods.

Rhythm didn’t travel often, but with the winter quickly on its way she had agreed to a small day trip. After dosing heavily with medications for her arthritis the old woman set the pace beside Poem and Void. She had her suspicions that Poem set off in this direction to check up on Winterfell. They’d already heard about the coming raid, but the suspense seemed to weigh more heavily on the pack than the actual act.

Those thoughts lingered in her mind as her blind form continued forward slowly, the younger two had scouted ahead. Poem left her two companions with her for protection. The old woman meandered easily when the scent of cat wafted towards her. Back in her day she wouldn’t have batted an eye, but now she was vulnerable to most everything out there. Worried only a little she came to a slow halt, silver flecked features turned curiously towards the creature. ”Hello?” She ventured curiously, wondering if they were close enough to Winterfell she could call on Drifa once more.

I'd rather be dead than live a lie
BURN THE WHITE FLAG!

Natha's paws stretched wide, almost as if she was massaging the rock. There was something solid that stretched between all the rocks to help them stay together. Almost as if someone had poured liquid rock through them. She settled on top of the wall and gazed out around her, taking in the bare tundra with its few clumps of cedar and spruce trees. Her ears flicked at the sound of footsteps and she turned as a brown she-wolf called out. Natha caught the questioning waver in the woman's voice. She sounded uncertain, as if she wasn't quite sure someone was there even though she was looking almost exactly in the spot Natha was in. She quietly lifted a paw and waved it lightly wondering if the woman was blind.

"Hello there," she said softly. "I'm Natha, who might you be?"

The old woman wasn’t left to wait for very long, there was a voice from just about the place she was looking, not that she could know for sure. The voice was not from a wolf, but sounded more like little Allen, Poem’s caracal. ”Hello, Natha.” She replied politely, feeling relief course through her veins. The raven and caracal seemed unphased by the woman and continued their little patrols just out of sight. ”My name is Rhythm Destruction,” the old woman offered with a quick nod of her head.

”I don’t mean to be rude, but you aren’t a wolf are you?” She asked with a tilt of her head. Hopefully Natha was just as friendly as she sounded to be.

I'd rather be dead than live a lie
BURN THE WHITE FLAG!

Her ears perked up as the woman stated that her name was Rhythm Destruction. She chuckled at the woman's question. Well, there was no fooling a wolf's nose. She nodded and spoke. "Correct, I'm a lynx. And I also don't mean to be rude but I take it your vision is impaired?" She supposed it was possible Rhythm had never seen a lynx before and thus didn't know what she was but Natha's keen senses picked up something just slightly off in the way Rhythm was looking at her. "Are you out exploring or are you on your way to Winterfell?" She couldn't imagine what other reason the woman would have for traveling this far north. Natha gazed about her once more, noting the bogs that the wall wound its way through but she couldn't imagine what was desirable about those. There was still some grass that would make good grazing for prey if they hadn't all moved south by now.

This was not a wolf she spoke to, like she suspected she spoke with a feline. A lynx to be more precise, Rhythm conjured what was close to an image of the creature before her. She chuckled in return to Natha’s own request of information. ”It is, I am completely blind.” Rhythm admitted with a little sadness in her voice. A lifetime had passed since she had seen anything but darkness.

”I’m scouting with my young grandchildren. They thought the bog was boring so did some scouting ahead.” The joke was on them however. ”They’re the ones to miss out.” She gestured to the lands around them, she couldn’t see but that didn’t mean she couldn’t search. ”With the permafrost being.. not so frosted anymore. It is much more eager to give up its secrets.” She said cryptically. ”Do you have an affiliation with Winterfell? I met a woman there, named Drifa. If you see her, I’d appreciate if you relayed my well wishes to her.” Did Natha know of the soon to come raid?

I'd rather be dead than live a lie
BURN THE WHITE FLAG!

Rhythm confirmed Natha's suspicions but the lynx opted not to say any more on the subject. She wasn't sure of the cause of Rhythm's blindness, whether she was born so or it was the result of injury and either way it was likely a delicate topic. At the mention of the permafrost Natha found herself glancing about again. She wasn't sure what secrets the older woman was referring to. "Yes, something of a temporary affiliation. I'm still fairly new but I believe I've heard that Drífa dens in the ship. A healer right? If you wanted I could take you to her or call her down here. Then you can give your well wishes in person." Natha wasn't much for being anyone's messenger and she wasn't quite sure she could pass along well wishes very sincerely to someone who was still a stranger to her.

Natha didn’t take up the bait when she spoke of the frost, there were untold amounts of well preserved items to be had. Long dead creatures that didn’t roam the lands any longer to fossils and once green plants. Maybe Rhythm would convince her grands to explore with her once they returned to her. The cat was indeed affiliated with the northern pack, Rhythm nodded knowling.

”That’s a very kind offer, if you wouldn’t mind I’d love to see her.” She smiled softly, feeling herself looking forward to seeing the healer again. She had been incredibly kind at their last interaction. ”I don’t mean to interrupt your day.” Rhythm went on to say, the lynx didn’t have any reason to offer her help, but the old woman certainly appreciated it all.