Heading back down to warmer climates Basilia tried to remain sane and positive. The warmth would greet her soon she just had to get there. Why hadn’t her parents raised her in a colder climate, at least then she would be used to it.

Reaching an area filled with random shapes and sizes of gray and brown pointy objects the chocolate toned wolf decided to take a rest. Laying down in the white snow careful not to cut herself with one of the shards she huffed a sound of annoyance. It was cold and she didn’t have the energy to hunt. Knowing this didn’t make lying in the snow any more comfortable, but what could she do. It was either rest here for the time being or lie down somewhere else out of starvation, freezing, or pure exhaustion.

Now that she finally had some free time Valdís headed back to the plateau. It had been full of strange and interesting objects and she hoped to bring some back with her to study and possibly find a use for. Of course the downside would be having to put her mouth on the strange objects. To compensate for that unsavory fact she'd brought a scrap of deer hide with her to use as a carrying mechanism. She swore she'd only take a few small things. Trudging through the snow she paused to gaze at a dark band of clouds to the north. Looked like a storm would be coming in later during the night. That suited Valdís just fine. She'd been raised a northern wolf and was finding the winter some what depressing compared to what she was used to. However, she knew better than to complain. After all, she'd fallen in love. She had something other wolves would kill for. Grinning at the thought of waking in the morning curled up next to Ásvor she picked up the pace, a noticeable spring in her step. She soon reached the field and began her excavating, digging here and there but not finding what she was looking for, not that Valdís really knew what she was looking for. She'd been about to start digging around a particularly large metal chunk when she spied an earthen and white femme laying down not far off. Valdís hesitated for a moment then walked over to the woman. "Hey." The woman didn't look to be in the best of shape but Valdís wasn't really the tender type and she didn't have any food or anything terribly useful with her. "You see anything interesting out here." "Talk" "You" Think

As Basilia rested she quickly noticed another wolf enter the vicinity. She watched as they wandered around looking for something, for what she didn't know. She doubted anything in the area was worth keeping. They rummaged around for a bit more until coming over. They asked if she had seen anything interesting, did it look like she had seen anything interesting? The only thing that was even remotely interesting around here was the other wolf. Maybe the sharp metal pieces if she wanted to hurt somebody but she was too tired to even think about doing that.

"Other than you? no." She was aware that her words could come off as a flirt but hopefully her tone of voice conveyed her lack of romantic interest in the other wolf. "What are you even looking for anyways? It's not as if there's anything of use here for any purpose besides injuring someone." She started to stand up, if she was going to have a conversation with this wolf she had better make sure they were on the same level.

Other than you? no. Valdís resisted the urge to cock her head to the side at the woman's words. For a moment she wondered if the stranger was trying to flirt with her but ultimately she decided that wasn't the case. She'd only recently just come to terms with her sexuality and thus she was fairly certain she was reading to much into the situation. Not that it mattered. She was in love with Ásvor and couldn't imagine being with anyone else so even if the other was flirting with her she'd chose to ignore it. Valdís grinned. "Maybe I am looking for something to injure someone." In truth she wasn't sure what she was looking for. It really was a case of she'd know it when she saw it. There were so many odds and ends out here but she was confident she could find a use for them. There might be items that could fortify her den. Perhaps somethign she could use as armor or even weaponry. Markers might be good to, she just didn't quite know yet. "Honestly, I'm not sure what I'm looking for. Something that will spark an idea, that will bring to mind some sort of practical use. What about you? This seems an odd place to nap." "Talk" "You" Think

So the woman didn't know what she was looking for, this struck Basilia as odd. Normally if she did something she knew why and for what she was doing it for. It hardly seemed right that they would be asking questions of her given that they had many to ask themselves.

Basilia agreed that it was an odd place to try and rest, a rather precarious one at that too. But when a wolf travels long in the cold they stop caring about where they choose to sleep. "If you had been through this cold with few breaks you wouldn't think it was that odd."

Valdís absently pawed at a blockish piece of metal that rested below her feet. Her claws clinked against it and she had a feeling the small piece she could see was a tiny glimmer of something much larger. Probably too large to take back to Legion. That was the trick, finding something that looked like it could be useful but that was also small enough to be portable. There were metal skeletons that looked like they'd make good covers for dens but she'd never get them home. If you had been through this cold with few breaks you wouldn't think it was that odd. "Ahh… I see. Long journey home then?" She'd done some long distance traveling herself, visiting the maw. Often she had to stop and rest to make the journey easier on herself. Pushing through the whole trip in a single day was far more effort than it was worth half the time. "Talk" "You" Think

Basilia truthfully didn't know why she decided to do this to herself. Whether it was some kind of hidden wanderlust or the urge to shake things up she didn't know. Her desire for constant entertainment could lead her into some rather tricky situations, but they were normally small enough that they didn't warrant much concern. Maybe after this particular escapade she would have to rethink her lifestyle.

The other wolf responded with "Ah...I see. Long journey home then?" The journey was indeed long, but she could almost taste the end of it. "That would be an understatement, but enough of me talking about my adventures in the cold. What's your name?" Basilia figured that she had been talking to the other wolf long enough to warrant an exchanging of names. She didn't feel the need to explain more about where she was going or why she was going there, so names felt like a good enough distraction as any.

Valdís grinned softly at Basilia's question as she realized she hadn't introduced herself. "Valdís Thyre. What about yourself?" She'd gotten so wrapped up in the conversation she hadn't even thought of giving her name but that was just as well she supposed. Too much time as a loner and her social skills had gone right to hell. "So you live in a pack around here then?" The woman certainly didn't smell like a pack wolf but it could be hard to be certain. After all she didn't know every pack in Ardent. Valdís rolled her shoulders lightly to stretch her neck. She'd had enough of this frigid weather and she couldn't wait til spring arrived in all its glory. "Talk" "You" Think

The other woman introduced herself, Valdis, it didn't seem like it was all that bad of a name. Asking for her name Basilia complied, this woman seemed decent enough "Basilia Tempest" They asked her if she was in a pack and  that elicited a negative reaction from her. Packs were for those who were weak and Basilia was nowhere near weak. Even the asking of the question felt minorly offensive. Not being totally familiar with the packs of the land she didn't immediately connect Valdis with being in a pack so it seemed rather odd that a loner would be asking about packs "No, i am not in a pack nor do i care to be. Packs are far too weak, too much reliance." Basilia might entertain the thought once she reached her older years, granted she would have to avoid dying in battle to get there. But she was in her prime years, settling down was nothing but a bad idea. Talk

Valdís chuckled at the woman's words. It was clearly a matter of opinion but it did depend a lot on a wolf's particular ambitions. "To each their own I suppose. I find little as thrilling as the rush of a raid, of charging into battle with my packmates and my lover at my side." She still held fond memories of the raid on Celestial and her battle with the alpha of that pack. Now that Ásvor was with her she could not imagine a more perfect life. "Speaking of, I best be getting back. These cold days are best chased away with the warmth of another's flesh. I wish you luck in your journey." With a dip of her head she turned to leave. -exit- "Talk" "You" Think

As Valdis spoke Basilia found herself becoming ever so slightly more disgusted by the woman. Up until now she had been rather decent, but now she was talking about lovers. The idea of multiple wolves charging into battle pleased Basilia, she had no problem with this concept. Lovers however were another matter. The pairs she had seen tended to be way too soft and seemed to have forgotten what the realities of life truly were. Basilia knew in her heart that the moment she got stuck with a male and pups was the time her life ended. That time would be put off as long as possible and if all went well it wouldn’t happen at all. Valdis went to leave and Basilia figured she might as well move to a place where she could create a proper sleeping place for the coming night. Not one for manners dipping her head back to the other female didn’t even cross her mind. She just went along on her way. -exit- Talk